Last night I made an executive decision - I bagged the girl's group thing citing feeling unwell - and decided I did feel well enough to play board games with the neighbors. It was enjoyed we chatted we played, we had a basic rookie run away with the game... and of course with the wine flowing I made one comment about foundation garments and Bubba's sister's lack thereof... and apparently I also said his job was 'crappy' because he's working so many hours... and pop went the Zen when we got home - at 1:00 AM. Yes Bubba and I had words at 1:00 AM - fine he went upstairs I stayed downstairs, he came downstairs I went upstairs to take out my contacts... whatever.
This morning - pushing this afternoon by the time we got up and got moving... he still was ticked off and didn't the 1:00 AM continue nearly 12 hours later... let me sum it up... I'm a bad person because I gossip and say mean things - -- OK. Fine. I stopped talking all together - that of course is his button to push because then it turns into bigger whizzing contest and I spoke carefully as not to jolt the stick so firmly implanted up his spinal column.... "You will never hear me speak of your family again... EVER." And I will hold the that... and I'm good as long as he can't figure out what I'm typing in here...
Now about the job - as well documented here and fairly recently the man works an average 10 hour day - and again I quote "because this is the type of job I have". OK pumpkin... he of course blathered on about quarter end and the like, fine, but again when your usual time home is 8:00 PM and you push it to 9-9:30... that job has to be super fab!! Am I right?
Well apparently in Bubba land I am not. Its a good job, and its just the nature of the industry of his chosen profession that he must work so long and hard... FINE. And from this moment on - I'm fine with that - I will do my own thing and when you manage to stop enjoying that job and come home - you will find no snarky comment pass my lips... my fingertips are a whole other story and that is just between us. Because let's face it boys and girls... if a woman doesn't have some kind of outlet for comments about husband, children, in-laws, mothers, dads, siblings whatever - WE DIE. It really is just that simple, as women are complex creatures we have to have a release valve and cattiness and gossip are two really good ones... see girl power post of yesterday. Its a boiling kettle that must have a release at some point or you end up with a big old mess... trust me on this one. So we'll blog. ;-)
Now after the unpleasantness of the morning - and more unkind name calling by my darling Bubba he leaves to get a massage - boy he better tip that chick well she's got her work cut for her today - and I wonder if there is an extra charge for stick removal - that may involve a medical professional...
ANY way... so today's lessons boys and girls of a long and happy -- or at least live able marriage is electronic media is out here for the greater good it keeps wives sane; husbands out of trouble - (think sports stations and girly sites) and allows for sharing of one's most pent up frustrations; although it appears to me that the under 25 set likes to express those in acts of raving stupidity then posted on YouTube... I must be getting old - or just dislike of doctors and such public acknowledgement of own my lack of ability to walk and chew gum at the same time....
Game time 4:15 - grocery list is 10 items long and I think this house will be very quiet this evening...
What will Monday hold - only the final score of the game will tell... stay tuned.
and I will also publicly acknowledge my father was right - can't talk about a man's family they are what they are. This is just note taking for a fictional book to be published later - when they're all dead. Seriously.
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