Labour Day, or lack thereof!

I am sitting happily at the computer with nothing pressing to do. Granted, I may have been sitting here for quite some time but it's a holiday!

Bob's voice emanates from the living room as he walks toward the computer room, "you better get busy on making breakfast P. Toal, or it's going to interfere with your making me lunch." I am a one meal cooker. I make a nice dinner every night and I feel that is plenty. On his way out of the computer room, whinging about his withering away to nothing, he stops and asks, "what's this money on the buffet? Is it for me?" Before I can answer, he says, "there's forty dollars, that's for me and two scratch tickets, they're for Michelle. I didn't buy her any today because she struck out the last three times I bought her some." Mich then pipes up with, "ya, I'm on probation. He keeps mentioning how I didn't win anything the last three times."

I then ask why he'd think the money was for him and did he not notice the birthday card there as well? To which he promptly replies with, "the card could be for me too." Sadly, as his birthday is 4 days away, he does have a point, which I grudgingly admit and return to playing my game.

Bob then walks toward the front door mumbling, "I'm going over to Robin and Debbie's maybe Debbie has something to eat" and he's out the door!

I'm moving the money, tickets and card from the buffet and am NOT cooking anything until 6pm and I'm going to sloth all day. No matter how bad the whinging gets!

It's my anti-labour day.

**UPDATE** Now Michelle went out the door. She too is on her way to Debbie's house. I hope Debbie has a full fridge! (bunch of whingers!)

Hello... who are you?

So Bob is working afternoons. 2pm to about 12:30am. I work days. I also have been a tad busy and not really home much since last Saturday. Too busy at work to phone home during the time he's awake before he goes to work. Today I did call home but when he called me back, the lines were all busy and he got the answering machine. That went over well!

Tonight I call him at work. He answers... I start talking about this weekend. He says "who is this?" Keep in mind there are presses and gigantic machines running in the background so I say "it's me!" He says "who?" I say it again... He says he "thinks he knows the voice from somewhere." I finally catch on. I'm not calling him anymore! There's a note on the kitchen counter about the furnace humidifier leaking all over the basement. Let him have to write his sarcastic response! Ha!