Kevin & Smokey with Kevin’s new toy/BBQ Grill

Riddle Me This :

What do you get, when you add the following?

February Curse + Mercury in Retrograde + Mean case of PMS = ???


The answer is this post :

Tuesday Morning ranting/typing
It was not even 11:00 AM, and I was stressed, disgusted, and worn out. The day started quickly, since the X was dropping Riley off, so I could take him to see the therapist he is seeing in regards to his ADD. Of course the hubby scheduled a drop-off for his new Bar-b-quer at the same time I needed to take Riley to his appointment.

The phone started ringing at 7:10 AM with the delivery guys calling to say they were on their way. After a little sweet talking and hinting that if they did it my way, there would be a tip involved, I convinced them to come after 9:15 AM, when I should be back from dropping Riley off at school. I did get the X to stick around the house, just in case they made it there before I made it home.

When I stepped on the front patio, there were several work trucks from the city of Mesa, digging something up on our little cul-de-sac, that had just about every driveway blocked off, including any area for backing out of your driveway.  Fortunately, mine had not been blocked off yet. Although now the X was parked behind me, and needed to try and maneuver out of the driveway for Riley and I to head to his appointment.

By the time we walked back in the front door, both phones were ringing, and since the area code was Tucson I didn’t bother to pick them up. I needed to give Riley some medicine for his cold, and write out a check for school lunches, since he let me know 30 seconds earlier he was out of lunch tickets.

I got both the X and Riley out of the door, for the cell to ring again, (same Tucson number) this time I picked it up. It was the delivery guys who were two minutes away, and wanted to make sure I was home.

Kevin had gone to purchase a new BBQer alone while I was busy this week. So I had no idea he had picked up one the size of a cadillac, and I now needed to find a spot for them to drop it, all neatly wrapped in cellophane plastic. Where it fit was a rocked area, so if we are to keep this in decent shape, now it really needs to be poured with concrete as well. I tipped the guys $12 and told them they didn’t need to “unwrap it,” that I’d let the husband play with his new toy when he got home from work. And since we here in the desert also received some of that wet stuff you Pacific Northwester’s call rain, the plastic would protect it from rusting before the hubby even has a chance to use it. He did pick up one that is all stainless steel though. Frankly, I don’t see the need for a cadillac of BBQer’s for a family of four, who at most may BBQ once a week. But then my veins are not coursing with testosterone that most likely inhibits my ability to understand the important purchases in life. Like a BBQer the size of a cadillac, for a family of four who at most BBQues once a week.

Now that everyone was gone, I could relax and load the dishwasher. I opened it up to stick a few cups in it, knowing it was full from when I loaded it last night, re-rinsing all the dishes stuck in there by others who didn’t bother to rinse food particles from said dishes. Yes, this is a pet peeve! Dishwashers are for STERILIZATION. They are not housewives, who with a dishcloth rinses off the food particles. This must be done by hand. I realize there are some cadillac of dishwashers that claim to take care of food particles. Ours is not one of those. The hubby was helpful last night by pouring soap into its container, to the point of overflowing and running down the side of the dishwasher. (I’m definitely digressing here and need help with far too many verbose banalities. Tough shit.)

Anyway, where was I? Right, loading the cups to turn it on and run it. But, to my amazement, the dishwasher was empty. Assuming the hubby ran it last night when we went to bed, brought a warm smile to my heart. That is until I saw the container still closed, and overflowing with dishwasher soap. Did it not open when he ran it? (Which makes sense since this IS February; I would expect another broken appliance) I did glance into the cup cabinet to see the loaded cups, some with dripping dried coffee on the sides.  At this point, all I can deduce is the dishes WERE put away, WITHOUT running the dishwasher. Dirty dishes, mixed in helter skelter with the clean. The magnitude of what now lay ahead, slowly sinking in.

Yes, to a degree, admittedly, I am a germ freak. The thought of dirty silverware and dishes being used can bring vomit to the top of my throat. Which means I now need to reload a dishwasher, and run it, at least twice to insure no one ends up using germ and bacteria laden utensils and dishes. This was not on the agenda…

Eight days and counting.....