Michele On March - 20 - 2013

Happy Wednesday kiddos.

I hope all has been well with you all. Some of you may have realized I haven’t been around visiting as of late. My absence wasn’t by choice, just necessity–at least til I get a clone or grow another set of arms.

We’ve been busy, really busy, which is a good thing, for the most part that is; but I’ve really missed all my online friends. Lately I’ve been so tired I fall asleep even without drugging myself with 2 Benadryl; The good news is that I’m finally about to be getting caught up just a bit and actually have a tiny bit of free time to do something I actually want to do like visiting blogs or taking a quick trip to dog park.

So, let’s see what else has been going on…

Last Saturday was great. We did the Sustainability Festival in downtown Houston. People loved what we did. It was a great day.

Then came Sunday.

Was it great too?

Not so much…

Usually working with Doug is a good thing.

We get each other. After 30+ years of being together we have that shorthand that long time partners develop. We have jokes that no one else understands. We have no secrets; yet we still love each other.

Usually.

Sunday morning though something was different.

As soon as our feet hit the floor, we looked at each other like a pair of RCA dogs with our heads tilted, as if to say “And just what are you doing here?”

And that was the high point of the day.

It was all downhill from there; and I’m still not exactly sure why.

It wasn’t anything 1 big thing. In fact it was over a couple of things that usually would just roll off our backs.

But not that day.

It was most unwonderful; and yet we had to work an event all day– together.

I will illustrate with a couple of photos of us from that morning–

Doug

Doug

Me

Me

We were snapping at each other like a couple of pissed off crocodiles. (I’m sure the people setting up the booth next to us heard everything.)  Then when it was over for a moment he stood behind me glowering with his arms crossed.

Doug is not a 97 lb weakling. He’s a big guy, physically imposing even when he’s in a good mood, and when he’s not and stands there with his arms crossed looking like he has terminal constipation, he can look downright scary.

It was at that point I sent him off to the store for a bit.

And of course as is my luck, that was when the wind really came up. Although we had almost 200lbs of weight on the booth it was still trying to lift and buckle in the wind. That was a really bad thing since we had almost $2K worth of flowers set up next to the booth. I finally wound up holding down the booth by grabbing the front leg and leaning out like a windsurfer to keep the booth from flying into our displays of flowers. Eventually I was able to get a cop to come over and help me take the top off the booth, thereby eliminating the problem with the wind; however then I was left crisping in the bright sunshine, having forgotten to put on my sunscreen before we left the house. And to top it off my hat had already blown off about 85 times.

My day just kept getting better and better; and to make it even more special, everybody who came out was only there to see the new homes. None of the vendors made even one thin dime, which was infuriating.

Needless to say there wasn’t any slap n tickle Sunday night.

However, I’m happy to report that by the time Monday dawned the poltergeist that had fucked up our normally happy mojo had moved on and things were back to normal.

So that’s about it for now. Everything else is good, the kids, the pack and of course, my BFF Evelyn.

Back to the funny next time.

 

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15 Responses so far.

  1. Cheryl P. says:

    I think after years and years together there are just days that you aren’t going to click. We have had days like that as well for no apparent reason. Glad business is going well for the most part.

    BTW the picture of you implies you weren’t quite yourself. The pink eyes aren’t all that attractive but I am sure it was just a bad camera angle.
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  2. fishducky says:

    Loved the pics of you & Doug–but somehow I had pictured you as a little yaller!!
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  3. Pearl says:

    Even the best couples experience a little snappish-ness here and there!

    Love those kind of festivals, btw.

    Pearl
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    • Michele says:

      Those festivals are special indeed; and our summer is almost sitting upon us already. I figure I’m good outside til about June 1 or so before I retire to the ac for the duration, which down here means October.

      I wish we had your summers, well most of them anyway.

  4. Look! Blogger let me come back again. I’m so excited, and so sorry you had such a sucky day. As for your photo, your eyes look a little red. Perhaps some Visine or an exorcism would help.

    Love,
    Janie
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    • Michele says:

      Hiya Janie. I think Doug would concur with your suggestion about an exorcism. Do you have to be Catholic I wonder?

  5. I hate those days when anything Branden says or does just ticks me off to no end…even nice things! Of course it’s way worse when both of us are like that. I’m glad at least one of your days was good and that you and Doug are back to being placid lap dogs ;)

    • Michele says:

      Oh Princess, please do not be confused. Just because we’re not actively snarling doesn’t mean we’re placid lap dogs. The only time I’m really that placid is when I’m on IV pain meds. Doug on the other hand, is usually pretty placid, having been raised a Yankee in a non-confrontational family.

  6. TRACK says:

    M, Glad to hear from you no matter what! You n Doug on better terms happy to hear. Evelyn fine good.
    Daughter found job, YES! Just happy right now…TRACK…hugs

  7. Patti Winker says:

    Poor you! Maybe it’s the full moon coming? The Mister and I were just plain ornery for the last couple days. Not exactly ‘snarling dog’ ornery, but sort of ‘ears back’ ornery. Hope your next show is a doozey and you two love birds keep your mojo going in the right direction. Full moon. I always blame the full moon whenever possible.
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  8. Michele says:

    Full moon? That’s as good an explanation as any other. Thanks Patti.

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