That great sucking sound....

The giant sucking sound you heard about 7:45 PM last evening was my husband, sucking every ounce of holiday cheer and good will out of my very living soul.

Overly dramatic?  Not so much -- Let me 'splain...

Left work 30 minutes earlier than usual because Carpool Buddy is in a band and they had a gig last night.  So, great!  Home 30 minutes early, went to Kohl's because I needed a new shower curtain liner for the upstairs bath.  I didn't want a cheapy Wally World one so off to Kohl's I went, in the parking lot I remembered I had coupon! so - Whoopy yeah me! In, I get my liner, I also see a nice rug for the down stairs bath.  I get that too -- when said and done I spent $8.

This was after I spent $80 at the agency store... I got Christmas presents - and stuff...

Anyway -- when to the store, picked up Bubba's meds, and milk, and headed home, walked Shelby and then proceeded to pull out all our Christmas decorations, I had music playing I was dancing and enjoying my time, setting all that holiday goodies out -- happy; I was happy dammit. 

Then - he arrived home.... his first statement to me was why is Lodge guy emailing you?!?  I am in charge of the luncheon in January.  In my defense I don't remember agreeing to do this - but apparently in some drug filled state I did.  Oh lucky me. ANY way - per usual he has not so minor meltdown, I tell him basically to piss off then he goes off an Amazon boxes that have arrived at our home... its Christmas and the box that arrived??? HIS requested book!  Ass hat.

So, off went the music, I hotted up dinner, we ate, AND while I was making dinner, he says "oh you're not talking to me now?"  Seriously.  My comment was I was tired of being yelled at - here eat this and don't sniff too hard you'll snort the rat poison.  No, no I didn't but a sprinkling of something unpleasant did cross my mind.  I was happy dammit.

Cleaned up the last of the boxes, my house is all nice and Christmas-y and my jolly spirit is buried somewhere in the deep recesses of my husband's fickle moods.  Ass hat.

Tonight however, I signed up for a yoga class while he's off motorcycle club-ing so I will have a bit of Zen upon his return to our humble abode.  I feel bad that I'm leaving Miss Shelby, but I felt a twinge in my back today and I have to get back on the workout wagon.  That and when darling Bubba makes my life crabby, I eat - and not good things.  Home girl needs to lay off the goodies.

So - silver lining -- yoga tonight, twice this weekend, seeing some old friends Saturday, a fight to the death at the mall either Friday night or Saturday afternoon for final shopping... and cooking making, icing, packing and finally, hopefully, by NEXT weekend I will see my dining room table again.  It's currently covered in cookies completed or cookies in still in their 'unassembled' state.

 Ho, ho, ho you'll shoot your eye out kid!