Or maybe just a day freaking off!!! Darling Bubba arrives home this evening...at his now usual 8:15 PM which is actually 30 minutes earlier than last night - so I guess we should applaud his progress.
Right after I brain him with my stone wear baking sheet. He calls to inform me he's on his way home - thanks for the heads up honey - that way I know Raul and the rest of the cabana boys have 15 minutes to clear out. Of course he asks about dinner - I reply "chicken". He then goes on about how we didn't discuss dinner earlier in the day therefore he had no member of a chicken discussion. I lost interest 5 minutes back. "Ok dear - see you when you get here..."
In walks Bubba - all sweetness and light - if sweetness were week old lemons and light was the deep bowels of a cave - at night - without a moon - you get the idea right? And he starts - Lodge "crap" which thankfully I didn't initiate for a change. Rental - moving stuff - he's grumpy and I am not in a mood to be grumped at about something to which I have no control. So I ask "what does getting all pissy at me solve?" Nothing but it's still my fault he's in this position. Yep. OK Pumpkin - I have seen this before - someone is tired, overworked and can't find an outlet for all his pent up - let's call it "carp". And let's guess who is at the bottom of the proverbial hill with a bucket while all this 'carp' comes rolling down hill??? You betcha. Good old Aunt Ing.
Of course around all this dancing rainbows and unicorns he's starts in on dinner which was not fancy due to 1) not in the mood to cook much and 2) only so many meals you can cook and reheat well dear heart... eat this and hush up. We had BBQ chicken sandwich with a salad. For the time of night he's eating dinner - it's more than enough - of course he starts in because there isn't anything on the sandwich - like (get this) lettuce, tomato, and - mayo. (urp) Seriously? There is BBQ sauce on the chicken - and you want mayo? Fine - you are standing 3 steps away from the fridge did you forget how it works too?? I realize the dishwasher and the stove are still magical machine that only the female brain could possibly use... but I know you know how to open the fridge. Of course he then realizes he has a salad made and ready for him containing both lettuce and tomato... so tonight he can eat it separately instead of all on a bun. He also skipped the mayo. There maybe hope for the white boy yet.
Then - tonight "Yes get this done instead of waiting like you always do.." send out an email to explain the details of the lodge issue and piss off everyone who reads it. Won't that be fun? So email sent and here I sit and him in there...
Remind me to talk about the "I already live alone" crack of the night - and it wasn't me who said it...
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