Its my turn...

Last night my darling husband used that phrase in reference to Saturday while he is off at the gun show with her buddies.. it is MY TURN to rake the leaves in the backyard.  Seriously.

So when I looked at him and asked 'and when is it your turn to do dishes, laundry or cook a meal?'  He gave me a strange look, like Shelby when I don't share a bite of whatever I happen to shoving into my pie hole at the moment.   Sort of confused and crushed at the same time... you know the look - tilt head,droop eyes in Shelby's case add a little drool coming down... Any--way

Do I get to proclaim this 'turn'?  Is it anything like 'tag you're it?'  And when did we start this fun little game?  Oh and one more question why is it always MY turn to do another job but when it's his turn to do something I get "that's your job?"

Well pumpkin - leaves are yours just like grass - same general area... same tools - enjoy.  Saturday I will be washing away the gray and repairing the nails on my fingers and I won't be raking leaves - you can be sure of that bit... oh so not ruining a manicure before a trip home because you don't want to rake leaves two weekends in a row. If there are issues with you having to do work around the house two weekends in a row; well, deal, welcome to my world, some of 'my jobs' get done every day - like dinner, dishes (OK most days) then there is the laundry, dogs being fed, let in,let out, let in, let out - make sure they have water, love... you know a typical day in the fantastic life of ME!  So when I cling to my pampered princess royalties I simply point out all that - and Bubba can kiss my grits.  Its my turn...

Oh and did I mention I have to cook a turkey this weekend?  The ladies group is having their annual dinner and I agreed to make a turkey - because it's basically fool proof, hot oven, insert turkey and wait for the pop up do-hicky to pop.  Slice and bring to lodge.  Even a culinary 'tard like myself can figure that one out - and apparently so have the ladies who plan the dinner.  "Give Sister Ing the turkey - she can't screw that up too bad, plus if it's dry you can cover it in Sister Debbie's gravy"  

Unfortunately the same cannot be said for my mother-in-law's turkey because not only is her turkey dry her gravy - well sucks.  And her daughter learned at the foot of the dry out tree... But again Bubba will not hear me speak of his family - he may hear me type it - but I don't think his analytical little brain has made the nail on keyboard clacking to the letters I am typing -- yet.  Heaven help me when he does.  Of course unless it's related to a work related thing I probably don't have to worry about that.

And I've wandered off the path again haven't I?  you only find the little gems off the beaten path no? And sometimes you get poison ivy.  (sing it with me now... poi---son---iiiivvvyyyy) Ahem - to you young whipper snappers go google it and leave me alone.

So - Friday is here no one else is int he office... and I've got a meeting at 1 in another building, then when I get back - I'm heading home, one more work day, one day at home tending to a few things then North for the holiday and all that super-fab family time and I'm only using the half sarcasm font here.  :-D

I think tonight would be a good time to have the Thanksgiving Day chat with the hubby, this should be a great deal of fun because it is something he doesn't want to deal with.  My parents aren't going to be home that day they will be at my brother's we are heading to Bubba's sister's - what do we do with our pups?  If it were up to me, I'd bring them with us -- love me love my family.  Otherwise its going to be a very short day... and his mother will be ticked...oh yeah this should be a fun conversation... not to mention I am going to make him call her... or his mother - dealers choice hon... I will detail that bit of fun later!

All right signing off from a quiet work Friday.. and frankly I ain't complaining about that!!!

Stay warm and safe during your travels...