Or maybe I just have to stop watching The News - the world is falling apart and here I sit wondering what is my role in the ever faster unraveling of the toilet paper roll we all live on...
And wasn't that one bizarre run on sentence??
Its Wednesday --- it's; as they say; hump Daaay -- but I'm feeling the hump and not much else.
Bubba has been traveling for the past two weeks, it was supposed to be a week and change.... but work pulled him back to the land of hockey and maple syrup. Which wouldn't be so bad, but there is no hockey in July and Bubba doesn't do sweet that much. He worked for a week in Canada, and then flew from there to Las Vegas to what was supposed to be 3 days of R&R. When I spoke to his royal grumpiness on Monday night, he was well, grumpy. He didn't have a good run in Vegas, and instead of coming home to me and the dog Monday night/Tuesday Morning, he's back in the land of 'eh and weird bacon.
My manicure has hit the fan, I lost one nail last Friday, a second that weekend, and I've got another one on the brink. My manicurist doesn't work Wednesdays, so Thursday touch up it is. Or I just may wait until Saturday - we'll see. Depends on how guilty I feel about Miss Shelby being home alone.
I have realized that my birthday was a bust... oh I had a good weekend, paid for it on Sunday, the actual day Monday... not so much. Went to work, they did nicely bring cake, one ice cream and one covered in strawberries. I don't like strawberries...so I kicked off the offending fruit and enjoyed cake and cream. Home was home, another thunder storm, walked Shelby in the sauna that it left behind and enjoyed the company of the neighbors who graciously cooked me dinner. It was OK, great in the fact I didn't have to cook or clean up or eat alone so up side there.
Downside, hubby called, had to be reminded of my birthday (no surprise) and he was grumpy (also no surprise). But just once in my life I would like the man I married to acknowledge an event in our lives without my having to use a cattle prod. That event will be my funeral - and probably one of my siblings or nieces will have to use my now bequeathed said - prod (cattle, husbands - whatever).
Funny story with that -- when the carpool buddy asked if my darling Bubba managed to pick up a phone can call in a flower order - of course I said no (see previous statement regarding a cattle prod). Carpool buddy laughed and said "I know he's cheap but come on!" I darn near drove off the road. LOL
Sorry Bubba -- or not so much. ;-) I can't repeat that entire story to Bubba he will get all bent out of shape because he will want to know what I'm telling Carpool Buddy. Just life as I live it big boy... only you see the world through that pin hole... the rest of us can see a bigger picture.
All right I'm off to enjoy lunch with co-workers, we are hitting all the hot spots before the forced move next week... there is rumor of cheesecake for dessert. WHOOT!
The polar vortex that is headed our way means weather in the 80's... life will not be back for the next couple of days.... Stay tuned I will probably come back this weekend to document how Bubba complained that I paid the kid next door to mow the lawn so he didn't have to do it when he got home... yeah.. he will. Place your bets - it's a loser. ;-)
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