(Started last Tuesday…)
Hello there. I am just sitting here waiting for the caregiver provider to get here at 11:00 to stay with H for the next three hours and I am OFF! Lisa and her Mimi are picking me up and we are running the roads.
Let that be my own personal warning to anyone in the area who might be out and about at the same time we are.
There will be Christmas shopping and lunch eating, laughing and cussing, squealing and hair pulling. Well, OK, maybe not hair pulling, but ya never know with Lisa and me.
I will give full disclosure when I get back.
It is Thursday now and no, it didn’t take this long for me to recuperate from the wild partying shopping spree we were to go on. The original one on Tuesday didn’t even really happen. Lisa’s grandson, a three year old, got kind of dumped on her at the last minute, when his mother, never showed up to pick him up from the father’s house and the father and his girlfriend had to go to work.
So we were attempting to shop with a three year old. We, basically, didn’t. The whole day was shot. There was no stroller and it was a constant effort to keep up with where he was.
So yesterday, Wednesday, we struck out again and accomplished a bit more. I bought two nightgowns for the girls for Christmas and then took them back. I did keep the house shoes I got them, though.
I bought two pairs of sleep pants and two tee shirts to go with them for The Boyfriend, and they are going back today. The pants, not the tee shirts. Kes says the pants are way too small. They are X-large and I know how big his waist is cause he’s worn some of John’s old belts before. She says that I keep forgetting how big his thighs are.
He is very large and muscular. and has gigantic muscles thighs. So his pants have to be bought huge in order for his legs to fit into them.
Maybe he needs to sleep in shorts. It’s not that cold. I mean really. We’ve been sleeping with the air conditioner on for the past two nights.
OK, now it’s Saturday and John and I spent all day yesterday and the day before frantically running around doing Christmas stuff. And by “stuff” I mean shopping. You know… buying shit you can’t afford for people you “have to” give to because they always give you something, whether or not either one of you can afford to do it. And I mean people you don’t even necessarily like, but you are obligated to share Christmas with and give crap to JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE PART OF YOUR HUSBAND’S FAMILY. AND DID I MENTION THEY REPRODUCE LIKE RABBITS AND THERE ARE A MILLION OF THEM?
(Stepping down from rickety platform I hastily erected for myself.)
Anyway, we were driving in unbearable traffic and trying to make it all the way to a certain store and John popped in a CD since nothing was really good on the radio at present.
All the sudden I am listening to Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings.
I know. John is a strange one and his musical taste is… diverse. You never know which way he’s gonna go.
So we’re sitting there and Willie and Waylon are belting out “Good Hearted Woman” and it comes to a spot in the song where Willie Nelson is singing close to the end and he’s going on about how she loves him in spite of his *something* ways she don’t understand…
John was singing along with him kind of low and I turned and looked at him and said, “What did you say?”
He repeated himself and said, quite clearly, “She loves him in spite of his Micky Mouse ways, she don’t understand?”
I could not speak I was laughing so hard. So there was much backing up of the CD and replaying that particular part, and this version really did sound weird. I couldn’t understand what Willie was saying right in that particular part, but, I assured him that he absolutely WAS NOT saying anything about Mickey Mouse. He might have been taking a drag off of one of his herbal cigarettes, but he was not speaking of the mouse.
This is not the same version that John had burned for the CD, however it IS Willie and Waylon and a good listen if you like this kind of music. I guess I like it well enough, just not my usual cup of tea…
Oh, note the lack of mention of Mickey Mouse… He says, quite clearly, “…his ways, she don’t understand…”