This is my life these days..... What a crazy week. Miss T had her dance pictures taken yesterday afternoon, well it was more like evening when it actually happened. We were to be there 30 mins early (4:30pm) than our scheduled time. As always these things run late....at 6:30 we were beginning to take the shots. Geeez....try to keep 12 kids in make up and costume calm without smudging or worse. Finally at 7:30 I'm leaving the parking lot and heading for home. T wants chic-fil-a, her favorite thing next to pizza.
Once home, my DH had indulged in a martini and was on number 2. Mind you that the martini glasses that I bought, I measured them with my chest to insure proper size. I'm a 40D. So that tells you what the size of his drinks are. Tom is a heavy pourer....even his family makes fun of the "tommy-knocker" drinks. He didn't believe me when I said this, but he called his bro & dad and they confirmed. Nevertheless, Tom was on drink 2 when I got home.
It totally changes his personality. He can be fun. But he can be ill and last night he became ill. Growling about wanting a passport for identification purposes (since his driver's license is revoked due to March ticket and refusal to blow). His atty is telling him since he's on such heavy meds for his knee pain that he might be able to pursuade the judge to see that it was Medicine and not booze that impaired him that night and that he always walks with a stagger because of the knee (total replacement surgery Jan 2005). "Oh puh...leeeez, you were drunk and you know it and now you're just trying to weezle out of trouble. You got caught and now you're whining" came out of my mouth. That started it! "You don't stand behind me...you want to see me put in jail for 2 years.... " yadda yadda. Yep .... 2 years due to his priors. I call it habitual. He hates that.
He hates NC. Claims he never got into trouble until he came here. HELLO!!! He was a NY cop for crying out loud...they "look after their own". He pulled his share of "stuff" up there, and it was "OK". But nooooooooooooooo, coming to NC, well, they are just after him. Now can't you just see that the whole state of NC is focused on just Tom. Someone call the whaaaambulance!
Then he says that I took all his money (from the recent SS benefits back payment), says that's all I want, is to see him in jail so that I could have all his money (he has NYPD retirement income too).
(YAWN) Then in bed he mumbles "I'm gonna sell this house". Oh the drama.
So the maniac calls me this morn to "see how you're doing". He says he is sorry for getting mad last night. I said "why were you so mad? What makes you so mad?? Make a list and tell me why". I think this is a good starting point for him. We'll see how that goes when I get home from work.
I say YAY because it is TGIF and I can leave this j-o-b behind till Monday. Dramaville, Inc. has it's moments too. My co-worker is taking belly dancing lessons. Trust me, she's 49 and it is a funny thing. She is a wacko by nature, but to imagine her in this class......ew! Our subcontractors take off early on Fridays, so I bang out early too. Usually around 2pm. You'd think I could go home and get a lot done, but no! I'm so tired I usually take a nap!
I don't think I've ever told ya'll that each and every day my feet hurt. Well, yours would too if they drug my fat assssss-piration around all day. I have fallen arches and of course I don't wear proper supportive shoes. I WILL NOT WEAR ORTHOPAEDIC SHOES - I REFUSE! But I do wear tennis shoes with good support alot and I love flip flops or other soft bottom shoes. I take MSM daily as well as calcium and this seems to help. What frightens me is that my Granny died in 2000 and I learned just 2 days before her death that she had bone cancer. And her feet hurt her every day (she was a hostess for a long time). Do you think I'm going to see if I have cancer??? No way! I don't wanna know.
Anywho, that's my beef for now! Hope youse guys have a grand weekend!