Hey la - Hey la, My Boyfriend’s Back (well actually my husband is…)

So, I haven’t really had time to post because the hubby has been out of town. Here’s that story…

His family called on Tuesday to say they were sending him a ticket to come visit for the weekend. Emphasis on HIM! No, I didn’t get one. The funny thing is, is that they and their spouses are all inseparable. Really, there is NO WAY any of them would go to Wal-Mart with out their spouses, let alone a trip out of state ten hours away. Also there is NO WAY any of them would send any one else in the family a ticket without sending the spouse one. They just know better, you know? But I am so (you fill in the blank here ____________) because I don’t know what I am that they would just omit me altogether. Now for those of you who do not know my situation too well, perhaps you think they thought I wasn’t good enough for him. Nope, trust me these are not snooty people, nor are they “well-to-do,” and fear that I am after the hubby’s money (what money?) Perhaps you think I have snooted them in some fashion. Nope, not the case… They have come down here without invitation, to stay with us on more occasions than I can count. In fact they are coming at the end of this month. They have never asked could they come. They have never waited for an invite. They have always called and informed us of when they were arriving, leaving, and more or less how we were to entertain them. They have even come when we were still living out of boxes on three different occasions of having just moved. Once they came when we were so broke that we were charging our groceries each week. The night before the departure all we had in the entire house left to eat was a tomato, a bell pepper, and an onion which one of them got up in the middle of the night and stir-fried for a midnight snack. [Speaking of midnight snack, I have a completely unrelated story to follow.] Perhaps you think I am not a gracious hostess given the situation. Not so, as a matter of fact I always drop whatever and roll out the welcome wagon. After all, we do unto others as we would have them, (oh you see where I am coming from right?)

Also Midnight Snackers

So, in the spirit of my self proclaimed theme song (not the one given by tickle tests last week Dancing Queen, but) Ain’t Nothing Gonna Break My Stride, I decide to get out, about and enjoy my rare freedom. Saturday night on the way in I told Mom to stop by Arby’s, (I wanted a cherry turnover.) She yelled at me and said that if I wanted to stop at Arby’s, she was pulling over, and I was going to take over driving. I said, “No, never mind.” She said, “You do not need anything anyway.” I said nothing in reply. She said, “What were you going to get a cherry turnover?” I said “Yes.” She said, “Well…I might like one of those.” All this said to build a little anticipation for the T.O.’s at Arby’s and Mom’s prior hesitation. So we get in line and there is only one car ahead of us. I think that is excellent, although I want my T.O. a.s.a.p. (Who wouldn’t?) Mom looks over at me and says sarcastically, “Well, what do we have here? A couple-a Midnight Snackers?!?” I looked over at her and replied, “Well, what the heck does that make us, 10:14 Snackers?” Of course we both burst out laughing. Maybe you had to be there, I don’t know, but the contempt in her voice at the Midnight Snackers ahead of us at 10:14 PM for making her wait a couple-a more minutes on a T.O. she was hesitant to go get anyway, was quite humorous.