Saturday, February 13, 2010

Love

How do you know when you love someone?  When, on a saturday which you have really designated "buy groceries to restock your completely depleted pantry/fridge/freezer and then clean your REALLY dirty house day" becomes hey let's pack up 4 kids and drive 3 hours to go look at an old possibly not purchase-worthy Bronco because the love-of-your-life/father-of-your-children has a car fetish that is at the very least jealousy inducing if your an insecure wife.  Whew!  Seriously people (or person who ever reads this) 3 hours, one of which was solely dedicated to Ryan screaming becuase he's getting 2 teeth and has re-caught the cold that has become a fifth child in our home b/c it has lived here so long. At one point my inner not so nice wife came out and said,"Jeff, do you think that God is trying to tell you something?"  Um, not my finest moment ever, but hey, I'm only human.  And did I mention we got pulled over for speeding too?  Yeah.  Luckily my hubby is a member of the "Order" - that is they can smell each other and just know  that the other guy is a cop (and Jeff did mention it). So, no ticket, some friendly chit chat about why we were high-tailing it to some random suburb of KC and we were off.  In the end, we did come home with the cutie little Bronco - just don't look inside and squint when you look at her body so you won't notice the rust spots.  I think she's embarassed anyway, so Jeff said he would take good care of her.  I can totally see myself driving her around.  Especially since as of now she doesn't have rear seatbelts, so darn, no I just can't take the kids with me to the store...

2 comments:

Aunt LaLa said...

Well, there are some who DO read your blog, and enjoy it immensly! I mean to write/comment more, but I am always in a rush to do something, which actually turns out to be a whole lot of nothing. Go figure. I don't understand the obsession with cars either, and especially old ones. I want new and shiny, otherwise, what is the point? And 2-3 hours of travel for a car? NO WAY! But Jeff is a good guy and his car-indulgence is SMALL!

Momma C said...

You are TOO funny!