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.
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–
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.