ahhhh, the "lucky" day has finally arrived.
some of us can now breath a collective sigh and release all the tensions we've been holding while we waited for this magical day to arrive.
i have a mission today. it's my hubby's birthday (lucky devil) and we're gonna celebrate at some point.
my daughter and i slept at my auntie's last night with my grandma the house sitter. so hubby (who worked late) spent last night alone. about an hour ago, we called mr. bliss to bestow birthday greetings upon him. i guess my daughter's greeting was received with good cheer, even as she tacked on a request: take us to see Transformers.
MY birthday greeting was met with orders.
mr. bliss: why didn't you call me last night when i got home from work?
me: huh? i talked to you as you were driving home. i don't know how long a drive it was. why didn't you call me when you got in the house?
mr. bliss (sounding wounded): you could have been the first of the stream of callers. get over here and take me to the flea market.
me (laughing): ummm, i'm relaxing right now. (read: blogging) i'll be over later. and why didn't you tell me last night that you wanted to go to the flea market today?
mr. bliss: oh, okay. you just wanna wait until the road gets crowded like last weekend huh?*
me (in a voice dripping with sugary sarcasm): yes honey. if you say so.
mr. bliss (realizing his faux pas): okay honey. let me rephrase that. can you come take me to the flea market and then we can all go see Transformers after?
i love that man. :-)
what i really want to do (when i'm done blogging of course) is get a cake and leave it here at auntie's for later. the only thing is that it's hot in here. that means melted icing. there's also a dog here which could mean a cake gone canine.
the other option is the fridge. which will mean a cold cake. which mr. bliss hates. i could ask grandma to take the cake out at a specific time. but she'd have to watch the dog or put him outside.
i'll figure it out. soon's i'm finished blogging. '-)
oh crap! mr. bliss just came in auntie's door! gotta run y'all.
*(he's talking about my aversion to highway driving when "the pack" is out. we ventured out towards the flea market last weekend but didn't make it cuz mr. bliss drives aggressively and he was driving my car. my car is small and in a highway full of SUVs and semi trucks, who the heck respects a tiny car?
his jalopy is a big ole rusty pickup that was a brand new when i was about to enter kindergarten. folk will certainly get outta the way when they see that coming. no one wants to get hit by steel on wheels.)
.
some of us can now breath a collective sigh and release all the tensions we've been holding while we waited for this magical day to arrive.
i have a mission today. it's my hubby's birthday (lucky devil) and we're gonna celebrate at some point.
my daughter and i slept at my auntie's last night with my grandma the house sitter. so hubby (who worked late) spent last night alone. about an hour ago, we called mr. bliss to bestow birthday greetings upon him. i guess my daughter's greeting was received with good cheer, even as she tacked on a request: take us to see Transformers.
MY birthday greeting was met with orders.
mr. bliss: why didn't you call me last night when i got home from work?
me: huh? i talked to you as you were driving home. i don't know how long a drive it was. why didn't you call me when you got in the house?
mr. bliss (sounding wounded): you could have been the first of the stream of callers. get over here and take me to the flea market.
me (laughing): ummm, i'm relaxing right now. (read: blogging) i'll be over later. and why didn't you tell me last night that you wanted to go to the flea market today?
mr. bliss: oh, okay. you just wanna wait until the road gets crowded like last weekend huh?*
me (in a voice dripping with sugary sarcasm): yes honey. if you say so.
mr. bliss (realizing his faux pas): okay honey. let me rephrase that. can you come take me to the flea market and then we can all go see Transformers after?
i love that man. :-)
* * *
what i really want to do (when i'm done blogging of course) is get a cake and leave it here at auntie's for later. the only thing is that it's hot in here. that means melted icing. there's also a dog here which could mean a cake gone canine.
the other option is the fridge. which will mean a cold cake. which mr. bliss hates. i could ask grandma to take the cake out at a specific time. but she'd have to watch the dog or put him outside.
i'll figure it out. soon's i'm finished blogging. '-)
oh crap! mr. bliss just came in auntie's door! gotta run y'all.
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*(he's talking about my aversion to highway driving when "the pack" is out. we ventured out towards the flea market last weekend but didn't make it cuz mr. bliss drives aggressively and he was driving my car. my car is small and in a highway full of SUVs and semi trucks, who the heck respects a tiny car?
his jalopy is a big ole rusty pickup that was a brand new when i was about to enter kindergarten. folk will certainly get outta the way when they see that coming. no one wants to get hit by steel on wheels.)
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