Smart Ass.

MrZ drove yesterday when we went south to take LilZ to camp. He picked me up at my office, and we took HIS car because it has air conditioning. My car? Stayed at my office. As we were pulling into our parking lot of the apartment complex last night, I said “Shit. My Car.” We had made it all the way home and had NOT gotten my car. We decided he would just take me to work this morning rather than drive out to the other side of town when we were already beat.

Well, when I was going to bed, we had one of those Big Annoying Almost Fights when discussing when we would leave in the morning. MrZ leaves at 5:45 normally. I leave at 6:30. He didnt want to leave later than he normally does, because then he has to work later. I, on the other hand, have to work until 4pm no matter WHAT time I get there, so I did not want to get there early.

So – I got annoyed and bitchy – like I tend to do. MrZ was pretty much telling ME to decide. Of course, I said things like “YOU decide because If I decide, we’ll leave at 6:30 and then YOU’LL be in a foul mood all day, and that’s NOT fair to ME.” I mean…Does that even make any sense? What point was I trying to make?

Another winner I used was “I mean, if leaving at 5:45 is what will keep you from getting pissed off, then we’ll leave then. But that is NOT FAIR TO ME.”

I’m am really good at making HUGE deals out of NOTHING.

Why did I not just say “Thanks for letting me decide, Hon. I’d like to leave at 6:30 as usual, Thanks!”. Nope. Being married to me is never that easy.

Funny thing is? I dont even remember what I/We decided on, His time, My time, or a Compromise Time. But here it is, 6am, and MrZ is just now in the shower. Heh. We’re both Late.

Yep, we did the whole Turn Off The Alarm, or Sleep Through The Alarm, or The Alarm Didnt Go Off thing this morning. Not sure who is responsible, but we slept until 5:45. And hour later than usual. Which means, we wont me leaving at My Time, His Time, or Compromise Time. We’ll be leaving at LATE TIME.

Its like the Universe is reminding me how silly our stupid fight was. I mean, really, is it all that important? No. Especially now, when we are going to be late anyway. Heh. I love a smart-ass universe. It makes me giggle.

But the whole Getting Out New Toilet Paper But Not Putting It On The Roll Argument? That is a worthwhile argument. That shit pisses me off.
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Low Carb Casualty

Go buy donuts, Dammit! And not just any donuts, Krispy Kreme Donuts! This Low-Carb trend has Gone. Too. Far.

If Krispy Kreme folds? I will make my dog Sweetie chew up the shoes of all Atkins dieters AND I will send the bostons over to poop in all your shoes that Sweetie does NOT chew up… AND I will send my cats to pee in your beds. Seriously.

Don’t even ask what MrZ, LilZ, and I will do to you…

Go Go Go!!!

My Lunch Date

(We are pretending that I did NOT exceed my bandwidth this month and that there was NO crash of the blog. If you saw the crash of the blog? Pretend you didn’t. Thanks)

LilZoot is at work with me today. At least until it’s time to drive him to camp. He and I just went to Target and got a sushi platter (Super Target has a Sushi Chef) for lunch. We sat on opposite sides of my desk discussing everything from “What makes our dogs’ poots SO bad?” to “Are boxer shorts appropriate pajamas for summer camp?” Intelligent conversation and good food. I think if I could have that type of lunch break every day? My days would be a lot more enjoyable.

What did you do for lunch? Besides NOT seeing my blog crash, of course.

Intoxicating Cuteness

I’d like to take this opportunity to display some pictures of my EXTREMELY photogenic dog – Sweetie. Have I mentioned that we got a new dog? This is how I killed time on the way back from dropping LilZ off today. I don’t want the Bostons to get their feelings hurt, but my GAWD, isnt she GORGEOUS?!

Boys are Grody

Today is the first day of the second session of our overnight camp. LilZ is excited, of course, and actually? I’m not as depressed as I usually am. So, mad props to me! w00t z00t!

I sent LilZ with about 19lbs of bubble gum and 6 bags of water balloons. You know, the bare necessities. I was joking with him last night that we should just leave his shower supplies at home since he doesnt bathe while he’s at camp ANYWAY. Which he doesnt.

“Okay, Mom. That’s fine.”
“I was KIDDING. I want you to have your shower stuff for that ONE shower you take in the next five days.”
“I don’t mind skipping that shower.”

Ew. Boys are so grody.

Of course, I don’t wash my hair, so I guess I’m not one to talk.

He packed about 15 t-shirts as well. He said he ran out last time because I only packed him “One spare” Uh – okay. How many spares do ya need, kiddo?

After counting the stack he brought to put in his trunk? Two spares PER DAY evidently. He says they get nasty and sweaty and he doesnt want to have to wear nasty sweaty shirts to dinner, because THAT is when they see the GIRLS. Oooooh. Of course.

Boys are only grody when you take GIRLS out of the equations. Add the girls in? The Grody disappears.

“So, why don’t you shower before dinner then?”
“The clean shirt is enough. It makes it look like I showered.”
“But you still smell like stale armpit!”
“Eh – we don’t get THAT close to the girls. They just see us across the dining hall. They won’t know I stink.”

Okay. So boys are STILL grody when girls are involved. They just mask The Grody.

So – he’s gone until Sunday. Not to bad of a stretch. And since we arent pregnant this month? We may even go to a bar! On a weeknight! And drown our sorrows in beer! And Women! Yippee!

But we’ll shower first. I promise.