UnderTheMistletoe
DIS Veteran<br><font color=green>DH calls me "Figg
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So we borrowed a friend's mini van to make the trip to Florida in. It's a company vehicle, so the fact the miles aren't going on anyone's personal car, there's a corporate gas card, and we're not paying a rental fee were huge bonuses.
The cats have (ok, at this point had) a vet appointment at 3:00 today. I have the cats crated. Tinkerbell escapes under the bed and forces me under there to get her out... mean while bashing my head against the wood frame. I finally get her TAPED into the crate with the last of the duct tape. I go to get my keys and they're nowhere to be found. I don't lose key, phones, anything. I lose nothing so it's not as though I've misplaced them.
I call Brye. He answers, "Hi sweety... boy I can't wait to see you when I get home tonight." Bad timing. WAY bad timing. So I say, "If you want anything, including dinner tonight, you better tell me where my keys are." HE THINKS I'M JOKING! Fianlly, when I scream at him that I don't know where my keys are and I have to leave to get the cats to the vet for an appointment that has been moved THREE times already due to one thing or another, he gets the hint I'm not fooling around. So, he says he'll call Donnie (who we let use our car to replace us taking the company van).
So Donnie says the keys are in the side pocket of the car and not to worry. Ok, it's like Thing 1 and Thing 2 at this point... more like Dumb and Dumber. How the hell am I supposed to get into my car to get my keys out!?!?!?
Not only have I been dealing with finding a flea on Pippin this morning (and thus the two others) alone, I now have no way to go get them flea collars or powder for our carpets. So at this point, why did I bother cleaning them and am still in the process of washing all our linens? Can't wait to show him the scratches up and down my arms when he asks me how my day was. THIS is how my day was... and you have the audacity to whine about not getting into the office again today.
I think this proves why men (sorry, groomtb and any other males here) have to marry: becuase without us they are too oblivious to function.
The cats have (ok, at this point had) a vet appointment at 3:00 today. I have the cats crated. Tinkerbell escapes under the bed and forces me under there to get her out... mean while bashing my head against the wood frame. I finally get her TAPED into the crate with the last of the duct tape. I go to get my keys and they're nowhere to be found. I don't lose key, phones, anything. I lose nothing so it's not as though I've misplaced them.
I call Brye. He answers, "Hi sweety... boy I can't wait to see you when I get home tonight." Bad timing. WAY bad timing. So I say, "If you want anything, including dinner tonight, you better tell me where my keys are." HE THINKS I'M JOKING! Fianlly, when I scream at him that I don't know where my keys are and I have to leave to get the cats to the vet for an appointment that has been moved THREE times already due to one thing or another, he gets the hint I'm not fooling around. So, he says he'll call Donnie (who we let use our car to replace us taking the company van).
So Donnie says the keys are in the side pocket of the car and not to worry. Ok, it's like Thing 1 and Thing 2 at this point... more like Dumb and Dumber. How the hell am I supposed to get into my car to get my keys out!?!?!?
Not only have I been dealing with finding a flea on Pippin this morning (and thus the two others) alone, I now have no way to go get them flea collars or powder for our carpets. So at this point, why did I bother cleaning them and am still in the process of washing all our linens? Can't wait to show him the scratches up and down my arms when he asks me how my day was. THIS is how my day was... and you have the audacity to whine about not getting into the office again today.
I think this proves why men (sorry, groomtb and any other males here) have to marry: becuase without us they are too oblivious to function.