But this one is not starting well... actually it's more of a spill over from Thursday evening. Day started like every other, way too farting early, but twist on Thursday was no carpool buddy... I had a doctor's appointment. With that left work all of 45 minutes early, "enjoyed" 30 minutes (mostly wait time) with Dr. Second Base, she told me to keep massaging both the girls, things were looking good and I'd see her at the end of March.
Yes, Doctor appointments are getting easier... we're working on less frequent.
From there I got a good coffee, because well, that is what you do after doctor appointments (its like RIGHT there), then I headed North, to the Dollar Store for goodie bags and goodies for the Ladies' Group meeting this weekend. Why me do you ask? Because Aunt Ing is a major league dork and can't keep her mouth shut. When our head-who-its in charge wanted to buy nick-knack crap I opened my yap-- and that boys and girls is how one gets volunteered to handle gift bags for friendship meeting. Lesson learned.
Soooo to the Dollar Store, got what I needed, and gave thought to heading to the lodge to drop off stuff, but then cold, chunky rain was falling from the sky and quickly turning paved surfaces into an ice skating rink..so Aunt Ing opted to head home. Home I went, let the dog out, changed clothes, finished my coffee, enjoyed my DVR'd episodes of Downton Abby, after I printed labels for the gift bags, and made them look pretty.... then Bubba called. (insert downer music here)
He's headed to a lodge event (I know!!) but he's stuck in traffic. Now here is the thing with that -- he can look out of windows in his office building and SEE first hand what the traffic situation is on this road... and if you see an issue he as no less than 2-3 other options to get home. Does he do this? Have you read this blog (or the previous one) before???
So he gets home, changes clothes and in the mean time, manages to bark at me to get the mail - because we all know the world will end if the mail sits in the box for more than 12 hours... then he grumps because laundry hasn't been done; there wasn't enough laundry to waste the water or the soap last weekend, I said as much -- guess what I started last night? I did one load just to say I did something. I also loaded the dishwasher and washed dishes got the bags done and enjoyed sole control of the remote. We briefly discussed my trip to the Plastic Surgeon Thursday and he actually said "you and she conspired to make those too small". I have been chewing on this since then... this is a carry over from the bitching and moaning that occurred Tuesday night when we were on our way to an installation together. Does he actually think that I sat in that doctor's office and said, "Ohh let's make my life really fun - because you know breast cancer isn't enough of a good time -- I really want to piss off my husband with small boobs." Never in a ba-zillion years... They are what they are -- if I get rid of some of this belly it probably wouldn't be such an issue. That is an April goal.
But I mean seriously?!?! I frankly I like being a new member of the ity-bitty-tittie club. And in the long run he should be glad too - but he isn't. Bubba is male. Bubba is a dork. And I'm going to enjoy another good coffee today just because -- and so I don't eat crap. Learning new coping ideas... making sure I get the skinny version. :-)
Off to go do something work related before I get fired.
Stay turned it's a busy weekend with people who don't like me.
It's Friday yeah.... it's snowing.... yeah... it is supposed to snow Sunday.... just shoot me now.
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