If You Nap All Day, You Don't Sleep Thru the Night
Richard apparently doesn't know that. Jerk.
Yesterday Redneck Ox was a cranky ol'fucker and I basically ignored him, especially after he talked to me like I was a five year old who doesn't understand english. Prick.
Grilling at Terri's was absolutely FAB! Roy's family (except for his younger sister, Sandy) love pickled beets (and mine were spot on in the sweet and tart area). Richelle just ate cornbread over at Sherry's so she loaded up on potato salad, beets, baked beans and I don't know about a meat, but there was alot to choose from (bbq*ed chicken leg quarters, marinated chicken breast, sausage, ribs, pork chops).
Need to start my own potato salad for tonight.
I didn't HAVE TO WAKE UP THIS MORNING! Richard DID it anyway (maybe so I would put a shirt on...) and I asked him to bring me a cup of coffee and he asked "why? you'll just go to sleep in it" but he did anyway. His MOTHER called shortly after he left to remind me that she has a fucking doctor's appointment WEDNESDAY in Alexandria... Yes... I... KNOW! So why fucking call me on Monday? "I just thought about it" and don't the girls go to school today? NO! *sob*
Roy told Richard last night to let him know when he was putting down the new floor. He would help. I was telling Richard to ask him to come check out the DRY WALL! So I called Terri this morning and said that when they come over for the ANNUAL CRAWFISH BOIL AND BEER BUST & happy sweet 16 Leila... thing SATURDAY could Roy check out the dry wall to see if some needed replaced, repaired, whatever because that is what Roy does! Plus Terri said Roy would rather remodel than build.
I know Richard is waiting on our Income tax refund check to start working on the trailer but I keep thinking he can put it on his fucking credit card and just pay off the fucking credit card with the check! COME ON! Let's get this fucking party started already! I'm ready to buy and slap on paint and MOVE!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ginger_dragon you're NOT old... you're a FINE antique, classic, old-fashioned, modern young, gettting close to the "new twenty"... BUT *smooches and hugs!*....
*blows birthday whistle*
Yesterday Redneck Ox was a cranky ol'fucker and I basically ignored him, especially after he talked to me like I was a five year old who doesn't understand english. Prick.
Grilling at Terri's was absolutely FAB! Roy's family (except for his younger sister, Sandy) love pickled beets (and mine were spot on in the sweet and tart area). Richelle just ate cornbread over at Sherry's so she loaded up on potato salad, beets, baked beans and I don't know about a meat, but there was alot to choose from (bbq*ed chicken leg quarters, marinated chicken breast, sausage, ribs, pork chops).
Need to start my own potato salad for tonight.
I didn't HAVE TO WAKE UP THIS MORNING! Richard DID it anyway (maybe so I would put a shirt on...) and I asked him to bring me a cup of coffee and he asked "why? you'll just go to sleep in it" but he did anyway. His MOTHER called shortly after he left to remind me that she has a fucking doctor's appointment WEDNESDAY in Alexandria... Yes... I... KNOW! So why fucking call me on Monday? "I just thought about it" and don't the girls go to school today? NO! *sob*
Roy told Richard last night to let him know when he was putting down the new floor. He would help. I was telling Richard to ask him to come check out the DRY WALL! So I called Terri this morning and said that when they come over for the ANNUAL CRAWFISH BOIL AND BEER BUST & happy sweet 16 Leila... thing SATURDAY could Roy check out the dry wall to see if some needed replaced, repaired, whatever because that is what Roy does! Plus Terri said Roy would rather remodel than build.
I know Richard is waiting on our Income tax refund check to start working on the trailer but I keep thinking he can put it on his fucking credit card and just pay off the fucking credit card with the check! COME ON! Let's get this fucking party started already! I'm ready to buy and slap on paint and MOVE!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ginger_dragon you're NOT old... you're a FINE antique, classic, old-fashioned, modern young, gettting close to the "new twenty"... BUT *smooches and hugs!*....
*blows birthday whistle*