Just Another Sunday Afternoon

I worked 7 am to 12:45 pm at Starbucks this morning. Not a terrible shift, but not all that fun to do with one’s early Sunday morning.

Dragged the Husband off to Twisted Root Burger Company, in high hopes of sampling an ELK burger.

Que stupid, idiotic I-35 traffic. A trip that SHOULD have taken a measly 12 minutes, took 36 minutes. *sighs*

And we get there…to realize, it’s SUNDAY FOOTBALL CRAP day. *grumbles* But we are troopers, damn it, and we’ve come so far!

Yeah, the only game meat they had available today was Bison and Deer. I’ve had a bison burger before (at the Texas Indian Festival years back)....and I flat out refuse to pay $14+ on venison, when my brother usually gets at LEAST one deer a year off our land.

We take a ninja back way home. Only took 15 minutes.

I took Holly (the dog) for a nice walk through the wooded trails and came back to nap.

But I was too sore to sleep (due to me getting a WILD hair up my ass about being able to play wall ball with my students on Friday – note to self : YOU ARE OLD). So I took a hot bath instead.

Then wandered out to the living room to nap on the couch. Dozed for an hour before the smoke alarms went off.

Grumbled at David for soldering in the apartment. Check outside....it’s the whole apartment building that’s sounding off. And I smell smoke.

I look down, and the very bottom neighbors’ porch is billowing out smoke and their fire sprinklers are dousing their porch. I bellow to David that he’s got to get Holly out of the apartment.

I calmly go to my room, pack up Leviathan (saying a prayer to All That Is Holy that she didn’t shit in my backpack), put on a bra, and head for the door.

David is packing up guitars.

Well, I’m friggin’ pissed at this point because he hasn’t done a damn thing to save Holly’s life. So I harness her up, at which time he takes over. Running around like a damn chicken with his head cut off.

Sometimes, I wish he was more of sociopath, like myself.

According to this website, Sociopaths are generally not a danger to the public, while Psychopaths have crossed the line into criminal behavior. Is it bad that I actually researched which term would be most appropriate for this situation?

Anyways, turns out the downstairs neighbors got the BRILLIANT idea of firing up their grill for the first time....on their porch....under said fire sprinkler.

So the firetruck arrives and they turn off the sprinkler and eventually the alarm too, and we all return home.

In other news, I’m cooking AGAIN.
No seriously. Generally I only cook a good meal maybe once a month.
I cooked my famous Parmesan Crusted Chicken plus corn and ranch style beans for us on Saturday night. And tonight, I’m making BBQ chicken.

There I go, being all domestic and shit.
Crap, hubby is going to start expecting this more often!