What the Hell is Going On?
Yesterday I did some more yard work - the yard is bad and I am slow, so this is gonna be an ongoing thing, folks.
As I was sitting around cooling off a bit, The Spouse calls from the firetruck and tells me that he just went past the Arboretum and that they were having their annual plant sale fundraiser and I should go check it out to see if they had anything I needed. This is unheard of. He gets violent any time anyone spends money on anything. We are under a bit of debt, so I can't argue with the idea of frugality, but his general method of budget-keeping leaves much to be desired - ie, it's nerve-wracking, difficult to comprehend, and does not work.
After going on a little spending spree, I headed to the post office to mail Zoltar's package. Once I got into town and to the post office I discovered that I did not have the address with me, nor did I have the duty money. The money was no problem since I could have gotten more from the bank, but sending a package to "Zoltar in England" is not a good idea.
After appeasing my disgust and my appetite with some chicken and rolls at the nearest little buffet, I drove home, where Brian - or some guy that looks like Brian - asked if I wanted to go to the movies with him. It being a Friday night and the theatres being crowded and expensive, I asked if wee could rent something instead since the kids weren't home and he was quite agreeable. He stopped at the store after we rented a couple of flicks and got some Coke-a-Cola and orange juice and pulled out the carefully hidden Southern Comfort and the Vodka and we had whiskey and Coke and screwdrivers and watched the movies. Well, one and a half, because the second one was a war movie and got depressing. and loud.
At some point Brian Jr pulls into the driveway with his loud truck and Brian is all "Quick, hide the booze!" Pretty weird when the parents have to hide the liquor from the kid when they hear them come up the drive, lol. But seriously, if that boy knows there is alcohol in the house, he will hunt it down and consume it.
I rather expected to be killed in my drunken sleep, but Brian is still being nice to me. Well, he was this morning. I don't know what the hell is going on. It's tripping me out.
As I was sitting around cooling off a bit, The Spouse calls from the firetruck and tells me that he just went past the Arboretum and that they were having their annual plant sale fundraiser and I should go check it out to see if they had anything I needed. This is unheard of. He gets violent any time anyone spends money on anything. We are under a bit of debt, so I can't argue with the idea of frugality, but his general method of budget-keeping leaves much to be desired - ie, it's nerve-wracking, difficult to comprehend, and does not work.
After going on a little spending spree, I headed to the post office to mail Zoltar's package. Once I got into town and to the post office I discovered that I did not have the address with me, nor did I have the duty money. The money was no problem since I could have gotten more from the bank, but sending a package to "Zoltar in England" is not a good idea.
After appeasing my disgust and my appetite with some chicken and rolls at the nearest little buffet, I drove home, where Brian - or some guy that looks like Brian - asked if I wanted to go to the movies with him. It being a Friday night and the theatres being crowded and expensive, I asked if wee could rent something instead since the kids weren't home and he was quite agreeable. He stopped at the store after we rented a couple of flicks and got some Coke-a-Cola and orange juice and pulled out the carefully hidden Southern Comfort and the Vodka and we had whiskey and Coke and screwdrivers and watched the movies. Well, one and a half, because the second one was a war movie and got depressing. and loud.
At some point Brian Jr pulls into the driveway with his loud truck and Brian is all "Quick, hide the booze!" Pretty weird when the parents have to hide the liquor from the kid when they hear them come up the drive, lol. But seriously, if that boy knows there is alcohol in the house, he will hunt it down and consume it.
I rather expected to be killed in my drunken sleep, but Brian is still being nice to me. Well, he was this morning. I don't know what the hell is going on. It's tripping me out.