Need a vent - we'll get to Thanksgiving later

*cracking knuckles... get ready boys and girls.

Sunday - Sunday -- Sunday... we left Nana's early.  Of course for Captain Crankypants -- we left too late -- exactly 30 minutes later than he wanted to.  We hit no traffic.  We were home in 3.5 hours.  hush up already Bubba...

We get home, we unload the car, tend to the dog, get things organized... then ONE of us, loads up the laundry, changes the towels in the bathrooms, begins to pull out the Christmas stuff, and proceeds to place said Christmas stuff about house and home to make it looks like people live there - and at least can pretend to have some Christmas spirit.

WE then go to a place, have lunch, get indigestion watching stupid Steelers football, decide this isn't worth the effort, and head home where... ONE of us continues with said Christmas decorating, laundry and even IRONING the Christmas table cloth - well because it looked like Shelby slept on it without all the dog hair...

I, also, tended to the Ladies' group deposit - the big one after our major dinner, created and printed our holiday return address labels pulled out the Christmas/ holiday cards, finished the laundry with the exception of the load of undies I left in the dryer...

Bubba watched football, had a nap, and then went to the lodge for a show around appointment.

I'm not sure who has it easier, my dog or my husband -- the jury is still out.

Our second rant today -- my in-laws.  Apparently they thought we were meeting for dinner Friday - I said we'd call and check in -- I stupidly didn't remind Bubba - we didn't call - I'm sure we are in the dog house again.  The funnier thing they call our HOME number - they didn't try either cell that day just home, message and done.  If it were me, I'd try all the numbers and ask questions etc.

That entire situation is a nightmare and I want no parts in it.  My big fear is something major is going to happen and no one will call us - or we'll get a call when it's really hit the fan and there isn't much we can do other than grab a mop.  Bubba will be asleep in the lazy-boy.

I'm off to add to my little book of lists... there is a lot to do, and moving that lump in the chair is NOT one of them.  Back to work...

Oh and have I mentioned that my carpool buddy is sick as a dog -- I see at least 2 days driving alone  this week -- Karma she's a real bitch.