Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Bubba

The weekend was hot, peaceful, frustrating, and all too short.   Yes boys and girls it was hot as 7 hells this weekend, the dogs didn't want any part of it - and frankly neither did I.   We stayed inside and enjoyed the Saturday peace and quiet as Bubba (yep -  you guessed it) went to work.   Smell the peace, feel the Zen.... ahhhh

I asked him to bring down the laundry, which I did, cleaned the kitchen, putzed, read my book, and generally enjoyed the peace that a Bubba free day will bring.   Sunday - Sunday was  different story - apparently Bubba didn't dry his backside from his shower and his undergarments zipped right up his backside and implanted themselves on top of the stick that is genetically there all the time.  Yeesh, I was enjoying a quiet morning up before him, let the dogs out fed them, and relaxed then Bubba 'the wedgie' comes downstairs and it's all.... grumping, and general Bubba stupidity.

It starts with me sitting in the dining room, filling out an envelope to mail to the pet meds folks for Shelby's refill.  (that I called in, picked up and dealt with...) Bubba in his patient and tender manner (NOT) is trying to give Shelby her bi-weekly shot, she's not happy about it - I tried to talk to Shelby - I stayed where I was - but when she flinched because HE hesitated it was suddenly MY fault for causing a problem.   Of course grumping and bitching and name calling ensued, I walked away and didn't speak to him for most of the day.   He hates that and I know it.   I also helped that he went out to get a hair cut and pampered ass massage so the girls and I enjoyed more quality time sans Bubba - again --- feel the Zen.

He did take me to the movies - which by the way SUCK without popcorn.  Especially when you're checking your watch about 1/2 way through the movie, tired of teenager angst and the rest... this was not a particularly entertaining movie in my humble opinion.   (Spider man - FYI).   Yawn.

Of course I sat next to two giggling teenager girls and they laughed at the most stupid stuff on heaven's green earth.   I weep for the future of our country.... granted I didn't have great taste at that age but still... yeesh.  I'm getting older by the minute.

We went home, I made chicken with sauce we finished up some side item leftovers and Bubba started to give me a hard time about not eating.   Seriously?   Yes there is still food on my plate, that 1 ounce of chicken went down hard I am not about to stick anything else down there until that settles where it needs to go... ouch.   So zip it Bubba - I got this.  You - per usual - are entirely less than helpful, grumpy because you have lift and tote and oh yeah I am going to milk this for all it's worth.  You want the back yard cleaned up - get out there and DO SOMETHING - besides go to work.   I know he desperately wants to say something to me like why don't I do something - supposing laundry, bills, and cooking and cleaning up the kitchen is nothing in addition to tending to the dogs, making sure they have their meds - the ability to give them their meds without any kind of yiping of crying of pups... sheesh.  I am one lazy SOB are I not?

And the fun fight of the weekend?  My birthday present, I want a lap top.   He and I talked about this during the 'I want to hire the personal trainer' discussion.  Which he promptly forgot about when I made the comment he used earlier about a "nice to have" but not a necessity.   A trainer and laptop are indeed - nice to haves - so you get Mr. Workout - I get geeks are us.    I am not asking for a sleek, zippy do dah computer I'm asking for a basic machine to write my stories - blog, you name it.    That hopefully will end the "what are you doing" questions when I sit in the computer room typing.   Now I can sit in the living room and type... where he can watch me.   I will probably seem strange that every time he says something stupid I open my computer and start typing...   He probably wouldn't get it.   But he is employing every cheap methodology he can use not to spend a lot of money on something he thinks I don't need.  Again not about need butt head it's about want... I want to be able to cart my computer with me when I travel, I want to be able to sit outside when the temps drop below 184 degrees and surf the web, etc... and I want to enjoy something extra from the working for a living - besides working and not killing you... Bubba dear.   Deal with it.

So full week this week - my office mate is gone all week and I'm already tired.   I was woken up by a nervous panting old pup at 2 AM this morning when thunderstorms started rolling in... she kept waking me up every 45 minutes or so until the alarm went off... and I hit the snooze button a few times.

Its supposed to be cooler this week - we can only hope.

Stayed tuned for more grumpy Bubba and his pals, idiotic and moronic.

OH!  Almost forgot - saw a Facebook post from my niece D -stating she was going to the beach with her mama.. I think this week - and news from mum-in-law said the other niece was due to pop with number 4 any day... LOL   I guess sis-in-law T is tired of being a grand mother... bwaaaa ha ha ha ha... ahem.  Sorry.   Mostly.    ;-)