Motherās Day is a mixed bag here. Too bad the shower margarita machine is a gag.
Oh I hear you. I actually decided 20+ years ago to make it about the other mothers in my life. That way I wouldnāt be disappointed if he forgot. I even sent him to visit his mom on that day for several years. (So I wouldnāt be disappointed if he forgot to corral the kids and have them make cards or something.) I would sometimes go visit my mom and otherwise make sure she knew she was thought of.
This year it falls on the day before my birthday. I made plans with my mom to take her to dinner the following weekend bc Iāll be in town for a graduation and didnāt want to make the drive 2 weekends in a row.
I talked to him about inviting some young friends from church for dinner. Keep it simple, grill some burgers. They donāt have kids and want them so I know these days can be hard. Hubby agreed to grill the burgers.
My daughter then invited some friends as well.
So this morning I was updating hubby on the situation for Sunday, how many we were expecting, etc. (Not many.) And he asked me, āWhatās Sunday?ā
Iām done.
Fortunately for some things the wife explicitly states her expectations.
I mean, ācould we have so and so over on Motherās Day?ā
āWhen is that?ā
āMay 14 , 2 weeks from now.ā
āThat sounds good.ā
Then a few days later:
āI think I would like to have burgers when so and so comes over.ā
āWhen is that again?ā
āMothers Day, a week from Sunday. Iāll get the burgers from Costco. Would you mind grilling? So and so can give you his expert tips.ā
āSure Iāll grill burgers.ā
āGreat, Iāll take care of the rest.ā
Not explicit enough?
(And Iām sure I mentioned it other times in passing, but those conversations were without a bunch of other stuff.)
I mean, my therapist will say itās my own fault for enabling him.
Anyway, my daughter said she would make a cake and told me where we can buy good sides. Iām a manager. I know how to enlist my resources. Next time he will not be one of them.
I got an email from the CEOā¦
ā###, I think you are the fellow - send me a copy of the blue book for the ABC Co.
It took every fiber of my being to not reply āIām a career-associate, not a fellow.ā
The whole concept of body hair is so bizarre to me. Like we just are constantly oozing dead material out of our pores, like a playdoh toy, some of it we find gross and try to remove, some we spend tons of money on trying to add more, look nice, smell nice.
I was on a flight today that got struck by lightning.
happened to me twice
Sometimes we spend tons trying to remove more.
Trying to get a book from the school library. Librarian says itās at another building. Iām trying to think where on earth the library is in that other building. Iāve studied there dozens of times, donāt recall ever seeing a library. Thinking it through, I canāt even picture where it would be. Then I realize I studied in the library. Thereās book shelves amongst the desks.
Some days itās a wonder I can walk upright.
If someone defaults on their exorcism bills, will they be repossessed?
They can plausibly claim that the devil made them do it.
As I understand it, thereāll be 7 times more tenants that before.
Wowā¦I clicked on and interacted with one of the rowing machine ads in my FB feed because Iām looking for an exercise I can do sitting down. Besides costing a lot of money the thing requires a subscription for full functionality. For that money, I might as well just go to the gym that is literally in my backyard yard (well, not literally in my backyardā¦more just-beyond my backyardā¦literally).
Anyway, now every stinking ad in the FB feed is for some different brand of rowing equipment.
I feel so used.
Rowing machines requiring subscriptions are for suckers.
I am proactively Unsubscribing from all junk e-mails I get at work. Happy thought to be doing it, annoyed thought that I am doing so many. Most are workish related from people who have no idea what my company is or what I do
Canāt do much about the ones where they are actually sent by a human