Bitches In Stangs and Disco Sucks

So there is a chick I seem to end up commuting near pretty much every morning, unless I get out of the house and on the road very early.  She drives a red Mustang and is a total bitch and a shitty and rude driver.  I dread her every time I see her coming.  She's one of those that will tail gate rather than change lanes and go around you, and every single morning when we turn left onto Meachum off of Beach she cuts right and passes in the middle of the intersection, thinking she can get around all the other cars that are ahead of her in the turn lane and jet off.  It never works, and she is nearly hit every fucking day she does it.  Why the fuck doesn't a police officer ever see her an ticket the dumb bitch?  So frustrating.  Then she hard charges it and terrorizes everyone on the road west on Meachum till she thankfully turns right on Syvania and is off to fuck with other people.  Man it would be awesome if she's someone that reads this blog, because if she does FUCK YOU RED MUSTANG BITCH.

So anyhow, I spent about eight thousand hours working on Goggle Sketch Up this weekend, designing the new bar for one of our stores.  The Real Deal and I had a fun time giving each other hell as one of us would figure out how to do something and give each other shit when we messed something up.  It was actually really fun.  We can have fun doing the most mundane things, I swear.

Spent part of Saturday at the house in Boyd visiting with Papoose #2.  Mister Wonderfuls car had another part blow up or something, and when he stopped at the part store to buy a replacement, the motard that worked there sold him the part for a V6.  I guess it's tough for a dude that works at a parts store to realize there is a difference between a V6 Mustang and a Cobra?  Wow Einstein.....anyhow, MW gets the car all torn apart and puts the new and expensive gasket on that he had to buy to go with the new part and lo and behold discovers the idiot sold him the wrong thing, some bolt bracket was on the opposite side.  So he calls me asking if I'm busy.  I really wasn't, was just putzing around the new lil tepee, so I jumped in the car and drove up.  Visited the baby while he took my car into town to get the correct part.  Had a nice visit till he came back and turned disco music on top volume in the mancave just to get my goat.  I fucking loath disco music and he got a huge kick out of watching me fuss about it.  Papoose #2 danced around doing the John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever........*rolling eyes*  The neighbors had to have thought we'd lost our ever lovin minds.

Sunday morning TRD took me out to breakfast to a place we have been wanting to try.  One of our cooks works part time there and wanted us to try it.  The food was fantastic, but some nimrod of an employee had filled all their salt shakers with sugar, so we salt and pepper our eggs, hashbrowns etc., and take a bite and about throw the fuck up.  Poor waitress takes our plates and has them remade.  We try salt shakers from two other tables and find they are all sugar and had to break the news to the waitress when she came back by.  Poor gal.  She knew it was our first visit and was mortified this happened.  We kinda thought it was funny.

She had a barbed wire tattoo around her upper right arm.  Does that really mean that she was a stripper when she was younger??  I've heard that so many times.......nice gal, real nice gal.  Definitely rode hard and put away wet though, rough life, it looked like.  We tipped her great, of course, especially after how upset she was over the great sugarsalt incident.

After breakfast we did our grocery shopping then headed home to start back on the damn Sketch Up of the bar area.  TRD is so funny, he will go along behind me and add or replace things I've put in the buggy.  I am such a penny pincher from being broke for so many years that I am a major price comparer etc.  He is trying to get me to realize that while it is awesome that I'm tight with our money, it is ok for me to get a different type, brand or style of something that I like better or is a better quality now.  Still haven't wrapped my mind around that though.  Probably never will.

We found an entire bedroom suite that we both love.  That is really saying something, since our tastes run opposite of one another on decor.  We definitely took down all the names, numbers and details on that suite, so we can get it ordered up in the next month or two.  Complete with brand new mattresses, that are like a little slice of HEAVEN.  So excited!!!!

I can't wait till his bachelor couch dies.  He bought it brand new, but I hold out hope that it will give up the ghost over the next couple of years.  One way or another, I'm not keeping that hideous fucking thing.  I give him hell about it all the time.  He loves the damn thing though.  You win this battle, awful couch, but you will not win the war!!!!

We didn't get to bed till midnight last night, then TRD couldn't sleep so he kept snuggling up to me and whispering in my ear so I would rouse up and visit with him.  Love that man to death, he is such a sweetie pie. Then we were up at 4:30 this morning to get ready and go open the store for the day, after that I hit the road to get back up here to Boyd for my regular job.  Whew!! Haha.

Really though, life is so ridiculously easy and good, I have no complaints at all.

I am blessed.

I am spoiled.

I am blessed.