LAST -- Monday up at 5 AM, work 8.5 hours, home, Shelby, house, stuff, meeting. home, Bubba, me dead.
-- Dork move #1 of the week cleaned out my work bag, found my tail pipe test paper (turn your head and rev --the cars hate it) then found the "due by date" .... January 2nd. Paid an extra $15 bucks for being late. No we won't be telling Bubba...
Tuesday --Repeat
-- with lack of a dork move...
Wednesday -- Pete (there is a joke in there somewhere right!?)
Thursday Repeat
-- Dork Move #2 with the added bonus of dorkness - went to an event with my Rainbow Girls, they stayed for the meeting - I went home, searched my purse, my bag, gathered up Shelby, drove BACK to the meeting place, found my cell phone which I stupidly left on the table - drove home --- see previous statement Home, Bubba Me Dead.
Friday brought a new twist - oh still up at 5 AM, worked until 1 PM (see where that extra .5 comes into play!) Then home, finally got the wig washed, the nice lady who took care of me, was looking at another lady's phone who was showing off her grandchildren, then she putzed, and putzed, and washed and styled and chatted and putzed... so when she was finally done --- I had 10 minutes to make the doctor's office. I wasn't 10 minutes away.... So I was late to the doctor's office, the nurses told me not to sweat it - I didn't - still hate being late... An hour later plus a few minutes to chat up the nurse and... headed home.
Home, called the Bubba offered dinner suggestions - he selected our waiter buddy Edwin and a glass of wine. Yeah like I'm going to argue with THAT suggestion! Bubba home early i.e. before 7 PM, we head out to dinner, it was all good, I was very mellow and dead to the world at 10 PM.
Saturday started with such promise, up, moving not at 5 AM, had breakfast, got myself put together and then... ah 90 minutes at Elizabeth Arden... my feet were SO happy. AND a Girl's group event was cancelled and I didn't tell the Ladies' Group so I had the WHOLE day to myself. Mostly.
After 90 minutes of pampered princess the bubble had a slow leak and I called Bubba. No answer. Fine I grabbed some lunch headed home hoping against hope that Bubba was indeed not home and I would have a few more minutes to enjoy the bliss the started at my newly painted pink toe nails and headed northward... it was good.
Until I got home, and darling was home, working on Lulu and he started in with his version of my to-do list which as a general rule ususally looks nothing like my to-do list. Managed to get the kitchen cleaned, and made a grocery list, list for dinners, and then Bubba decided instead of waiting for tomorrow (Sunday) we'd head North to the good Wally world today. Oh yeah and return his clothes that don't fit, or he doesn't like -- apparently his mother bought our sweat suits at "old people are hip too" clothing store. That is my only possible explaination for that valour sweat shirt of my husband's and the dusty pink one of mine - which I only wear at home so I really don't care... I just wanted anew pair of sweat pants. I told her to go to Wally world and buy a $10 pair for crying out loud. Whatever. I am grateful for the thought and the gift.
So the rest of my Saturday was spent, going to Mall one, shopping for Bubba's exchanges, to which he feels it necessary to OVER explain why he is returning his shirts. I keep telling him, a "it doesn't fit" or "it's the wrong color" is MORE than enough information. Really - she doesn't care. She gets paid to stand there for X hours a day regardless of your overly lengthly disseration on the likes and dislikes of button v. pull over and fabric colors... NONE of us cares. Love your wife of 24 plus years - and everyone else standing behind you in line.
Add to the wrinkle that I did clean up the kitchen before we left - I took off my watch and ring and put them in my jeans pocket to do so. During the ride up North, I took out my watch which apparently brought my ring with it - I heard a 'tink' and apparently it was my ring sent flying into the smallest open space in the bottom of my car - under the passenger seat.... did I mention the driving rain?
Yeah.. so parking lot mall 1 - we search I say I think it might be home... long story longer - it wasn't Bubba found the ring Sunday - sans the rain and with flashlight and digging into small little space... My hero.
Back to Saturday... we get to mall 2 - have I mentioned the pouring rain? He is on a jeans exchange blitz - they don't make the Levi's number he likes anymore so we find some alternatives - he takes 6 pair into the changing room--- I stand around for a few minutes figure he's not coming out - so I go wander, I need a strapless bra that section was close, I try one on, he's yelling at me via text because I'm back where I started and he's in the bra section. Then he tells me he wanted to show me the jeans. You're a grown man, do they fit? Are they comfortable? You're wearing them... pick one! Some how he managed to do just that - without me standing at the door like his mother for the better part of 25 minutes.
We manage to get that done... and I'm needing food... did I mention at this point it's now 4 PM and we've managed 2 stores in 2 hours... yes there was driving and ring searching and rain...
Next we head to Costco for 1) food it's cheap and 2) tax software its cheap here too...
Now of course I manage to screw things up here too... we are standing in a line for food - yes at the Costco, I list Bubba's options - he walks off and says he wants a hotdog - I get what I want. Apparently I was supposed to get a slice of pizza and a dog that we can share... I did not hear him say anything about a slice of pizza because - if I had it would have promted questions... plain or peppeorni? AFter that bit of I never listen, and bla de bla bla... we went shopping at Costco.
Back for part 2...
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