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My weekend:
Friday nite: I left work, went to Wal-Mart to buy paint (because we painted Saturday). I bought what I thought was the correct paint. I came home, walked the dog, cleaned more crap off my walls. When my husband came home, I cleaned myself up (because I had a Pampered Chef party to go to that I wasn't really in the mood for) and asked my husband to get the 5 gallon thing of paint out of my Jeep. Well - evidentally - I bought the wrong shit and my husband was pissed. He put the paint in his truck, got my son and took off to returned/correct it. **sigh** I reluctently went to the party I promised I would attend - thinking I would be one of a few people. OMG - I got there and there had to be 30 guests. **pfft** I stayed, looked through the catalog anded up bring home four pairs of shoes my friend was getting rid of. (So the evening wasn't a total loss - lol) I went home, my husband was in a better mood thanks for Budweiser. We hung out and went to bed way too late for needing to get up to paint.
Saturday: We were supposed to be ready at 8am for painting. My husband recruted a friend from work to help us and he was going to be at my house at 8am. Well it was REALLY hard to get out of bed but we managed to at 7:30am (yeah - I know - a little late for the 8am deadline). My husband called the guy and he was on his way over - like right up the freaking road on his way. My husband told him to meet us at a local restaurant for breakfast - buying time. We met up and ate breakfast - regrouped at my house around 9:30am. By 10am - we were painting. By 4pm - we were done. It was pretty fast. During the painting processed - we received a call from a lady wanting to see my house - did I forget to mention it is up for sale? Of course someone would call when I have the house torn the f**k apart. We made arraingements to meet on Sunday morning. NICE - now that we have the painting out of the way (for the most part) - I now have to put my house back together so that someone can walk thru it in the morning. I say "me" - because my husband had given in to his tiredness and was molding into my couch. **pfft** I put some of it back together and gave in too. Stick a fork in us folks - we were done!
Sunday: I got up early, knowing I had to clean and truth be told - I was a little pissy with my husband who had evidentally wanted to get himself laid but wasn't real nice about it. Soooo - I took a shower and got to putting my house back together. There was a knock on the door and I am thinking "If that is the lady - she is very f**king early and she will have to come back whether she likes it or not". I answer the door, a Jack Russell Terrier in one hand and the doorknob in the other. There is a man standing there and he says "Are you Crazy in Colorado" and when I knod - HE SERVES ME COURT PAPERS!!! OMG -- OMG. I am being sued by a company I don't know. Yuppers. I have been served. According to the papers - I have an outstanding debt with a company called "Platinum Financial Services" from 3+ years ago. First - I don't know who that company is. Second - why haven't I heard from them before now? I will be calling them on Monday. Well - needless to say - my husband got PISSED - left the house (and me here to clean and show the house). I didn't see him most of the day. So - I pulled myself together - finished cleaning - showed the house - went to Wal-Mart for groceries - came home - showed the house a second time to the same lady and her daughter. My husband came home - sat on the couch - ate dinner - and went to bed. He didn't talk to me at all. (Still hasn't as of this posting).

So there it is - that was my weekend. And now it is Monday, I am in a foul mood, I have to go to work and pretend I wanna be there, call the lawyer on the papers I got yesterday, try to figure that all out and in between - try and figure out where my marriage is going. Don't you all envy me?