Then you spend it shopping with Bubba and it heads right into the toilet bowl.... and flush. As we went to bed early, Bubba and I were up early - one of us before the other because someone was snoring to beat the band and since I was the one awake - guess who was raising the rafters!
So, up, dogs, putz, Bubba goes and gets a bagel, I stupidly try to be a good doobie and eat half with an egg but... wasn't thinking ahead and got stuck later in the day with a pounding headache and more cranky Bubba - but that was after... the previous 4 fits he had pitched during our joint about...
First post breakfast he's pointing out the various windows from this consumer report thing, we reviewed the windows as we were going to a place to look at MORE windows and doors and he stopped talking. So I walked toward the kitchen thinking grab a granola bar... but apparently he wasn't done schooling me on that one sheet of paper and proceeded to have a minor meltdown about it. I repeatedly repeated, I thought you were done talking - you stopped, for you that means done. There are other people in my life that means I need more air before I can continue to talking - like all my girl friends - whom I love - because they are like me.
Any - who that basically over we head on our way - we talk to the sales person at the place that came to the house first. Bubba is Bubba... and heaven forbid I speak to the salesperson - perhaps I will give away his super secret plan of how to be super-cheap and still get what you want. Now I warned him when we started this whole replace the windows and doors business that the one thing I wasn't going to be cost conscience of was the front door. Basically I want what I want (within some reason - ) but I'm not going with cheap crap. Store one basically took reason balled it up into a small wad and tossed it somewhere in the neighborhood of Beverly Hills - California. $6,000 for a front door - for that kind of money I want a doorman named Simpson to be there to open the darn thing for me... are you freaking kidding me??!!
Next we went to large box Home improvement type store - we had their estimates for the windows... and apparently there is not cross department pollination so the doors had to be handled separately. So we look at the doors they range from $180 bucks to $500 plus. Then we find a place where you can get the glass you want with the door you want and the limited number of current colors you want. We do not have a current color. Now to go off on a small aside here - they don't have your blue color honey - YOU have to paint it... you have to match the color and DO IT YOURSELF. No matter how many times you ask about that freaking blue color the answer is the same - YOU HAVE TO PAINT THE DOOR BLUE YOU - NO ONE ELSE - THEY WILL NOT DO IT FOR YOU.
Why am I yelling? Let me set the scene... including the dropping blood sugar we are on to argument number 3 or 12 for the day as he grumped at me as we were leaving store 1 about the door I liked the price, and then my changing of my mind - don't ask. So we're pricing door I want but must change the glass design because it doesn't match all our hardware then we have to change the door style from 3/4's windows to half because to get the right brass hardware, glass design outline we have to go with Z instead of Y or X... and after each change - EACH CHANGE - he asks again if the door can be painted blue. So now we have a door I don't like with windows I don't want and he's still asking if they can paint the darn thing blue. See above shout and release of steam.
AND as we're leaving and he is berating me for not planning ahead - i.e. in the food department - he states we will probably go with them for the door. Not that door we won't. I don't like it I don't want it and the answer is NO. Stick that in your fit and rotate. AND I'm blaming his mother for his fu-fu tastes. I don't like round glass in doors its fussy and it's busy and I don't like it. I chose a cool square geometric pattern I don't care that the outline doesn't match the door hardware - 4 people will notice but it's my house. Deal with it.
He picked out own pattern that was supposed to be some kind of flower - it looked like a bug to me. NOT putting that on my front door - that is all my family needs to see and it will be never ending.
Now we are home, he's watching his taped hockey game, I looked up the score - ah well... :-) I could be stinker and tell him but frankly I've had enough Bubba for one day. I'm off to bury my nose in a book and deal with the laundry. It's going to be an interesting week - oh yeah and Girl's Group State Convention this weekend.... where are the good drugs when you need them? Seriously?
Later - going to decompress - I wonder if I have tossed all the chocolate.
OH!! Final note met with the dietitian - for the chubby girl surgery - I can't lose more than 14 pounds between now and June - my BMI will be too low! Cripes already. Life boys and girls is just too funny - I am beginning to wonder where I put my funny bone...
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