Yesterday was Wednesday -- an ordinary day by any stretch of the imagination -- up early, off to work with Carpool buddy, usual work foolishness, got into the car at 3:30 PM to have our usual drive home.... 2 TWO -- HOURS later... I was dropped off at my car...
After several phone calls, first to darling Bubba telling him he was going to have to get home and tend to our puppy... then to my hair dresser to tell her I was going to be late, I got into my car... zipped between red lights, and ran into my salon, relieved when she said, "No worries, we got this -- go put on a smock"
I did, it was good, that "other" color is gone, my hair is brown again, neatly trimmed, as it was getting a bit wild, and it's all good, if not a little poofy from how she dried my hair.. no big deal I was going to sleep on it anyway...
Since I arrived 30 minutes late, I was done later than I planned, and knowing that darling Bubba was home without an ability to feed himself, or as he always tells me "have a snack" I got Hangry Bubba (hungry + angry= Hangry) .... So, I bagged my planned trip to the dollar store, I'm out of bows and I need some cheap paper... ANY way.. I call Captain Crankypants, I tell him I will be home in 5 minutes and here is what is for dinner.
I get home, change my clothes, get dinner started, I really wasn't cooking (Chicken salads with garlic bread) but it was food - here. While I was prepping dinner, my darling husband of 25 years came up to the kitchen and began to express his opinion of my hair... let's got with the highlights... "Are you evening trying to grow it out", "what crap, layering you're lying to me -- again. You can't ever tell me the right story", "she had to take 3 inches off the back*" *I didn't have three inches of hair back there... and the final uplifting message? "It sucks"
Yes, boys and girls, he went nuts over a small trim and poofy do... so I stopped talking to him for the rest of night, I ate my dinner, loved my dog, got all my gifts wrapped and labeled, with the exception of those I have yet to purchase...
I will say Bubba tried several times to engage me in conversation, he got "Bubba-like" monosyllabic answers -- when I was done, I cleaned up my mess and let the dog out and went to bed.
I did accomplish a great deal yesterday, gifts wrapped, dinner made, kitchen cleaned up, puppy loved, and husband not murdered... frankly I think that last one is the one that required the most energy.
Today, if the traffic gods are willing I will get home at the usual time (one hour door to door) and get some running done, like the dollar store, Wally-world and maybe even the grocery store because I'm not real sure what dinner his royal pain in the nether regions is going to get -- and the optional ingredient in his dinner that will allow for quality bathroom reading time -- is still on the table.
Tomorrow I go pick up paperwork from the doctor for my January 6th port removal. I need to schedule a nail appointment, go to the mall and finish my shopping, finish cookies, and wrap the newly purchased gifts...
Bubba will be doing what he does best, bitch, whine, and grump because his priorities are not mine... again.
Ho, Ho, Ho... I plan to drink later -- at his Mama's. :-)
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