Things didn't go as planned on Thursday.
Hubby and I had a dreadful "date" afternoon. We bickered about my choice of parking in the construction area of the model home. I was heavily annoyed with myself for not parking where I wanted to park. I tripped over uneven pavement and almost fell hard. I caught myself but there went my back again.
We continued on to get him a Dunkin' Donuts and he doubled down on telling me where to drive, how to park, etc. Boy has balls. I didn't listen so that started the argument up again -- I was doing it "wrong." Why was I driving? Because he had a bug bite that itched. Don't get me started. I don't often drive him because he's a regular, insistent backseat driver and it annoys me to no end. Funny enough, I suggested we postpone the afternoon. Gut feeling.
His car was in for a maintenance service on Thursday and they found $8,000 in repairs. We aren't repairing it because he was planning a new car in January -- his car has over 100,000 miles. THIS good news came in after our date afternoon. The fun kept rolling in. He's car shopping today.
The final "fun" on Thursday was information on his new job. Because of specific trade show and board dates, he'll be in Europe over the ONLY TWO DATES I need him home for the next couple of months. Of course. The dates fall over the first court training session and the last session -- both all day (others dates are half days). I also happen to be watching the grand-dogs those dates too. Good lord. I know this isn't always true, but it feels like every time I have something important, I don't get any help. In fact, I get crapped on. I have to chat with my son about his dogs. Geez.
All is okay now after a few long conversations. I didn't go to East Lake because of my back. He took a friend. Moving on ...
Not sure what the weekend holds or my back or anything right now. I don't feel like chatting about it anymore. Hopefully, tomorrow is a back-in-action day (just caught the pun). Later gators.
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