To the lump with whom I sleep - with apologies to B. Cosby. To my "husband" Bubba - at least I hope that's you under the covers in the morning... it was nice passing in the night Monday night - and again pumpkin we really need to work on those time estimates. I could have had Raul and the boys at the house for another 45 minutes by the time you strolled in. When you say leaving in 15 minutes - is that really code for and hour later or do you just get so excited to be at work past 9 PM that when it hits 9:30 you THEN realize you've called home saying you'd be home by now? Just want to check...
I don't get the calculation - must be some credit/debit accounting thing. Perhaps me and my geek friends in our free time could write an app for you that would calculate for me - or you - what 15 minutes in Bubba land really means. that way I could just go to bed and not sleep on the couch waiting for you to get home... the dogs could care less - past dinner time - they are happy campers, regardless of your - or their - location. (blanket however, are a must)
Its not like he'll ever read that but it felt good to exercise that bit of cranky out of my day... and it's mostly I'm tired more than actually working up the energy for "cranky". I get that full head of steam about the time I fall asleep on the couch for an hour and then get woken up by Bubba the town crier 3 inches from my ear... (think about it... you are sound asleep - then someone yells your name right in front of you... yeah fun)
That was Tuesday it is now Wednesday morning and honestly the above still applies, without the 15 minutes of "hi honey - nice to see you I'm going to bed" I was in bed sound asleep when he came home Tuesday night. And I left the sleeping lump again this morning. Its a life isn't it?
Tuesday night was uneventful because I did have full control of the remote control remote control - not that within 300 channels there was much to watch... I have a new show (well new to me) and its really kinda strange, it's called Storage Wars. It follows 4 guys (and one wife) who bid on storage lockers that have been abandoned, and are then auctioned off. Now 2 of the four guys have actual "retail" stores that this is where some of the wares come from, one guy is a collector and must be a fairly successful antiques dealer,and one guy best I can tell he's got a business or he just does flea markets or as they call them on the West Coast Swap Meets. Its fun to watch these guys look at these lockers some are crammed with - well stuff, everything from furniture to shelves to tools - one time it was a car! (You can't sell a car that way we learned) and they bid up for the locker -- I've seen everything from 60 bucks to over $3,000 for these lockers. And usually the guy they call "the mogul" he's got trucks and people and "high end" store ends up making money or not buying. And he's smart enough to bid up the other guys particularly the one guy he doesn't like - fun to watch, because they edit in these guys' comments "he's bidding me up?! Or I'm smarter than the other guy!" The pay off is when they open these lockers and see what is really inside sometimes good stuff, nice furniture and stuff, sometimes it's just crap. And sometimes its a safe with jewelry in it, or one time they found a whole case full of rare gold and silver coins, a rock collection worth 10 grand, one guy found pictures and a painting of an old race track that due to a fire those images no longer exist. (5K) Yes, I am a complete dork.
Sometimes I feel bad because you know this was someones' stuff they fell on hard times stuffed what they could to protect it and then couldn't pay that bill... or they just walked away and forgot about it who knows. I'm still a Dork.
But hey - at least I'm not enthralling you with tales from those other idiotic shows like I'll be a ho on TV to marry a rich guy (or girl) or the fat woman who screams at little kid dancers and their mothers - and frankly the one they should just call - perv TV on kiddie beauty pageants - what is wrong with you people? But it wouldn't be on TV is someone wasn't watching this stuff... like idiot guys bidding on other peoples' forgotten stuff in storage lockers... but I digress...
Moving on... Wednesday morning started like other work day mornings... too freaking early. But all was fine until I stupidly forgot to put up Violet's breakfast (she doesn't like to eat early) and while I was busy calculating the number of points my breakfast sandwich was - Shelby helped herself to breakfast number 2, and when I raced down stairs to stop her, I nearly crashed and fell down the stairs - so I hung on to the banister by one hand and smacked into the wall with the other hand -- shoulder I hung on with is fine, the wrist I smacked into the wall is killing me! Stupid dog. So smack her nose, clean up the mess, reload Violet's bowl - put -it - up! And proceed to finish breakfast prep, get my stuff packed and get out the door... thankfully it isn't my day to drive.. THAT would have been fun.
The second half of my day is taken up with a meeting, off site, for 3 blessed hours - and because senior management knew that no one wanted bothered with this mess including travel, parking and listening to senior Management blather on for 2.5 hours with .5 hours for 'questions' (or as I call it fanny-kiss time for those who... kiss fanny). We are all hoping that there is less chat and more "question" time-- there by allowing us to get the heck out of dodge early... ah well. Up side I get to do some shopping. I owe my sister a badge holder.
If I were a good daughter, sister, in law I would have sent a message to the family peeps asking if they wanted anything... It's early I may just fire that off... and be the good soul for 15 minutes. I know a couple of February birthdays... ah shopping - perhaps we'll miss the meeting! The store isn't that big... *sigh*
**en nat is Yinzer for "and that" please add this to your Yinzer to English dictionary there might be a test.
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