So much for Valentine's....

I wrote Sunday Valentine's Day was a good day.  Fast forward to Wednesday evening, Thursday morning and I would very much like to return said gift and words...

Major tightwad is living at our house again.  This week's trigger?  My new eyeglasses.  Now I mentioned, more than once, without darling Bubba in front of the television or on his phone, that I was getting new eye glasses - I was getting them from the eye doc.  Did he say a word??  I knew his glasses were pricey but I figured  - as I had mentioned it MORE THAN ONCE... that I was OK to move forward.

I did - they were expensive but about the same price Bubba paid.

Does it matter that I mention that fact when he's ranting and raving about the price tag?  Does it matter than I state over and over again that I said I was getting glasses and he said nothing about the doctor being pricey? 

Instead I get two ranting lectures on me not caring about the money I spent and - on and on and on. 

I like leaving before he gets up, I don't have to start my days this way... but then he calls.  And my day starts this way.

It sucks.

Again - I point out - same price as Bubba's glasses, I also mention its been a DECADE since I last bought glasses and it will probably be another 10 years before I buy them again.  But still I have to listen to yelling and screaming over my lack of concern over the money I spend.

Have I mentioned I hate starting my day this way???  and now it's lunch time and I'm still pissed off.  I know! I know! I have that other account and I will make it a point every blessed Friday to make a deposit into that account.  It won't change the glasses conversation but it will change all the other charges.  I just don't understand -- he acts like I got to Yuppy store every weekend and buy it out.  I shop at Wal-Mart and Big Lots.  Cash is king... I will no longer charge anything so he can't see it - unless it's for his happy ass.

I swear.

/ end rant.

cheap ass
apparently not quite yet.

*sigh

Back to work - been busy today.  And that's a good thing.  Still not 100% sure what the heck is going on and who I'm talking to regularly.. but its coming along and my brain is engaged again.

It's engaged, and it hurts but its working.. later.