Don’t really miss you yet and I am doing fine.
Barely any bad behavior…even did the dishes, however Rae and The Hostage keep making more.
I love having the bed to myself….except I am constantly fighting Patches for space.
I am still thinking the whole concept of getting our own separate twin beds would work.
Think about it, this could be cute! How about it?
So, Hubby is out and about again on some consulting work. It is quite exciting really, because I get the bed to myself for 2 weeks. However, I will miss annoying him. The truth is, I already (kind of) miss him…but don’t tell him that!
Whenever Hubby goes out of town, the pets always tend to act up a little. For instance, after getting up at 4:30AM to take Hubby to the airport, I decided to let Patches out quick to go potty and then my plan was to go straight back to bed. However, Americus, had other plans. There I was opening the door for Patches to come back in (just a crack mind you). When out runs Americus.
Me: Americus get back in here!
So, I run out after her, inadvertantly shutting the door behind me, which I had conviently locked. (Not genius material, people)
So there I am outside, locked out, with Americus staring up at me. I wanted to strangle her.
Eventually, I broke in through an open window. However, this is strike one against her. It’s like she KNOWS Hubby is away and figures it is her job to keep me entertained….nice right?
Pets: 1 Me: 0
Over the weekend, I was procrastinating. This entailed moving at a snail-like pace….barely getting ready to go out. Hubby wanted to take my car in because it has been acting funny.
Me (playing at the computer, caught in the act)
Hubby (meanly): WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET DONE. I don’t want to wait in long lines to get your car done!
Me(surprised he caught me): I am just taking a quick break, you were in my way!
Me: Clearly we need a break from each other! I can’t wait for you to leave this week!
Hubby: Me Too! How does leaving tomorrow for two weeks sound?
Me: That is just not soon enough!
And that is how much we love each other….ha ha
Filed under Life, marriage
A couple of weeks ago, I took a furlough day. What did I do with this wonderful day? I picked weeds.
(Note: Apparently, the NOT IT rule doesn’t work on weed picking. I want to see that fine print, Hubby.)
I used to think it would be amazing to live in the desert because of the lack of lawn maintenance, especially after moving from CT, where we had a yard the size of a medium jungle. Which was OH SO MUCH fun to maintain. So, once we got out West, I had a new-found passion for rocks. You know good ol’ rocks. You don’t have to mow them, you don’t have to clean them, you don’t have to maintain them. They simply just sit there and look pretty, so I thought.
BOY WAS I WRONG. How, you ask?
An infestation of weeds. We are not talking little, tiny weeds we are talking BIG, GYNORMOUS, HUGE Tree weeds. And not only are they HUGE, but their roots and stalks are the width of a paper towel roll. WHA?
Moral of Story: I HATE rocks. They are evil, they are NOT easy to maintain, and I guess I am just not cut out for yard work. AND I am lazy.
NOT IT Rules REINVOKED.
Me: OH NO! I NEED to delete something…the DVR has only 54 hours left of recording time.
Hubby: That is more than enough time!
Me: No it isn’t! You know how I like to keep our “available air time” at 60 hours.
Hubby: You are crazy.
Me (trance-like): I need to delete. Can I delete this show?
Me: I need to delete. You don’t ever watch any of these shows in here! Can I delete this show?
Me: You are crimping my DVR style.
(Totally going to delete something when he isn’t looking…)
I love the Easter Bunny, and at our house he ALWAYS comes. (Albeit in the form of Hubby, but that is besides the point)
One of my most favorite things that Hubby does for me is that he makes a big deal out of the Holidays for me. I don’t know why, but I.LOVE.HOLIDAYS. LOVE EM. Especially when it comes to holidays where one “gets” things. Easter baskets are a favorite for me because you get chocolate and LOTS of it. And because you have to go look for your basket….I like a little bit of a challenge, however if Hubby hides the baskets too well….well then I get crabby when I can’t find mine fast enough.
So, this holiday, the sisters are demanding Easter baskets too….
Rae: You better make me an Easter basket!
Hubby: No, I don’t have too….
Rae: Yes you do! Please? I will do the dishes (this is clear desperation here, people!)
Later on Hubby calls me
Hubby: So, I (the Jew) have to make you and your sisters Easter Baskets? What is wrong with this picture? And depending WHO is the nicest determines the SIZE of their Easter basket!
Me: I get the BIGGEST one! And don’t forget to hide them in good places–but don’t make mine too hard!
Gotta love Easter time! Hope you all have a great one!
So, it isn’t like I have a problem or anything, but I noticed that so far this entire week I have guzzled no, eh downed, no drank some sort of liquor beverage every night. Not that there is anything wrong with that, right?
I have determined that work causes me to drink. But, that is a different story for a different day. So, I come home after a hard day of work and Hubby pours me a nice glass of Crown and Coke. Yea, I am a whiskey, beer, wine, you name it, I will drink it gal. Judge away.
I think I am totally cool downing my whiskey, that is until I get a text from a friend.
Friend: You drunk yet?
Me: No, but I am drinking coke and Crown.
Friend: You are so classy.
Me: Don’t be jealous
But, I am right? I mean, I am classy and lady-like. That is why Hubby likes me, right? (BELCH).
Or is it cause he thinks he will get lucky?
P.S. Hubby oftens suffers from spouts of delusion, especially when I have a drink in hand. (BRRPPP)