Bubba has to do a home repair - and again do I need to mention I did not marry Bubba the Builder I married Bubba the accountant. Let me 'splain.
Last night in preparation of his trip to go shooting with friends today, he goes into the second bedroom closet to discover... the shelf had come down. Yes the entire shelf taking all the crap that was on top of it - including his gun and all my gowns with it... of course I didn't know this occurred and when one surveys the damage you see that the plastic anchors on each end had broken - yes due to continued stress - yes my gowns. Bla bla bla. Now let me add that 1) those were installed BEFORE we moved in and 2) ALL those dresses had been hanging in the closet for-freaking-ever! So you figure 20 year old plastic under consistent and constant pressure eventually something was going to happen. And sometime this week it apparently did. But somehow this still comes out to be MY fault. Go figure. Probably shouldn't have tried the double dismount the last time I was swinging on the bar? No probably not...
Now when he discovers this I'm downstairs making dinner - it's 7:30 I've been home since 4 PM and while yes I have "snacked" I'm starving and feeling icky and I know I've got to eat and now. But of course Bubba the butthead comes flaming out and I've got to drop what I'm doing and come "clean up this mess - it's all your shit." (again direct quote there) I go upstairs I see this and as my head is pounding I so so gently tell my husband basically to kiss off I've got to eat. And I did.
So we eat, I feel better and then we go back upstairs to 'help' clean up the mess. Do we just put our heads down and get things tended - if you said yes - you are not a frequent enough reader. Please do take notes... Of course we don't just get things done, I chuck this under the category of sh-t happens and you do what you have to do. Not Bubba this is the perfect time to 1) blame me for whatever and 2) go on and on and on and on about it until it becomes white noise sounding much like the Charlie Brown teacher and 3) also makes other parts of my brain shut down as a Bubba saving device -- so that I'm not standing outside my house trying to explain to the nice police officer how my husband accidentally ended up with a several ball gowns wrapped around his neck and the arms of said gowns then wrapped around a spinning ceiling fan - in 40 degree weather - and make it sound convincing.
So with the on going argument I move dresses from broken closet to empty closet in other room and he's yelling at me and I'm ignoring him - again see brain shut down and I put ALL the dresses in the other closet and (wait for it) yes I break that one too...I know. That one was on me and I readily if reluctantly admit it however in my defense my husband is a butthead and had he not been harping on me like a jilted wife about something completely outside my control I would have stopped and thought about things and not crapped a second closet shelf.
Needless to say this did NOT result in much happiness or rejoicing in said household and then I moved these dresses again to the bed I stopped talking to Bubba less words come out like limp, ER and bruises he'd have to explain to co-workers came out with actions to follow shortly. But I digress.
We get that tended - oh yes the wailing and gnashing of teeth continued until I looked at him and said, Why are you mad? Yes I get the second closet but I don't get the mad about the first it happened you fix it and you freaking move on. Its called home ownership. Of course that then gets me, "You wanted this house" to which from now on I should reply, "yes and I wanted the back yard in which to bury the body, because I don't have the "it was an accident" speech down yet to sound convincing to law enforcement - the giggles always get me trouble. :-D
So we get that tended I bury my nose in a book and we move on with our evening.
Today - ah today was a bit better. First I got to sleep in until 7:30 - I cannot believe I just wrote that bit of something... dogs up, out, fed, then go to Vet for Violet's latest round of blood work. Thankfully for this visit I don't have to sell a pint of mine first, hopefully this one will come back better than the last round, we'll know something Monday. For now she's on antibiotics and doing well.
Got that done came home, hungry, Bubba is dealing with closets, OK fine I clean the kitchen I've got friends coming by, I was supposed to host a Ladies Group thing but they changed it last minute and it was at the lodge - had they changed it sooner I'd have been at the beach with my friend Cindy... but alas. ANY way got that done, and now I have to start to nag - let's go need to eat... etc. Of course he gets pissy and mumbled something about my needing to eat all the time.... I have no energy left to comment on THAT ongoing bit of butt-head-ed-ness. I'm seriously considering a note from my doctor - possibly notarized so he doesn't think I printed it - stated that yes, your wife needs to eat more than twice a day with 12 hours in between.... dorkus. So we get through that go out, enjoy a large breakfast as we know it's going to be a long afternoon, me shopping, him shooting.
Friends arrive, great day spent a great deal of money (hee hee hee) and even won a door prize!! We went out to dinner, unfortunately it's homecoming which apparently means dinner out for every kid in this high school and the hour long wait at restaurant one was so not happening, thankfully in restaurant two they made room for us, we had a great waiter and a great meal with great people. Now the I won't mention the NOISE LEVEL with this crowd of teenagers and apparently there is some rule with the girls' dresses that anything lower than barely covering your fanny and you're in 'grandma' territory. Plus these little darlings are wearing 4 inch heels they can barely walk in! Watching these girls balance and try to walk was tragic and I can't imagine those shoes will be on their feet very long.
I will tell you for you John Hughes movie fans (80's teenager flicks for those of you no in the know) at least for the boys - the 80's are making a come back - and boys and girls... seeing THAT walk by really puts the years on you... just thinking about it makes we want to break out the wine and the yearbook... well maybe not the yearbook.
So now I'm home, full, tired and ready to snuggle in after all my neighbor is having another shopping party tomorrow... the sonic boom you'll hear in about 3 weeks is Bubba getting the credit card bill from this weekend. BWAAA HA HA HA HA Ahem.
Happy Weekend.
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