Not that I'm ever a great blogger, but I'm too busy catching up on 3 years of missed Husband time to blog. Now that we have more time to spend together, we're reminded of why we like each other so much - spending time with Husband is the best. And I don't plan on getting tired of it until our next adventure gets in the way (whatever that adventure turns out to be). So for now I've kind of stopped responding to emails/phone calls (aside from what I can get done on my lunch break at work), cause I'm selfishly enjoying husband way too much to do anything else but be with him. We've already played a ton of Kubb (I finally won this week), spent some good time with the white trash folk at 6 Flags (I almost do a wee wee whenever we ride Mr. Freeze), and catching up on some good movies.
Here's the problem with the movie bit - for the life of me I cannot stay awake through an entire movie. And I'm a movie lover - usually if you sit me down (preferably with a bowl of popcorn) I'm good to go, even if I don't love the movie. Weird. I don't know what changed (no, I'm not pregnant), but for the last few months, there is something in my brain that tells me to sleep approximately 23 minutes into whatever movie we're watching. (I guess you could say I take after my Mom!) So I guess for the time being, I'll be watching any movie that I'm dying to see in 23-minute increments. Awesome.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
This is why I love my husband . . .
Monday after work, we had to run some errands. My gas light had just come on, and since I HATE getting gas on my way to work, we stopped to fill up. While husband got gas and washed my windshield (love me a clean windshield), I ran across the street to the library to pick up a couple books I had on hold. We ran a couple more errands then came home and that was all. (Yes, I get that so far this is a boring story. How about I add in the fact that while we were out running errands, we witnessed a drug deal between the ice cream man and a local dealer. Just another reason why I love living in St. Louie.)
Tuesday morning comes along and for some reason I'm running a few minutes late. I finally rush out to the car, and lo and behold the gas light is still on and its showing I have an empty tank. What the! My first thought was there was something wrong with the car and it wasn't registering the full tank. Then I realized that was unlikely since everything else was working fine. Then I figure someone in my ghetto neighborhood must have siphoned my gas! (Maybe it was the ice cream man!) So I call Dan to tell him the bad news.
Thankfully, husband is calm. He told me that siphoning would be unlikely without any other evidence. Hmm.
Then husband calmly says, "Maybe I didn't actually pump any gas last night."
Uh. Seriously? "You mean you didn't notice how many gallons it took or how much it cost after you finished?!"
"Nope."
Uh. Speechless. How does that even happen? And lets all remember that he drove around after "getting gas" with the gas light still on and the gauge reading empty. Good thing I love my husband. A lot.
Remember how I hate getting gas in the morning and I was already running late? I grumpily ran to the gas station. And of course the credit card didn't work (long story) so I had to go inside the MOST ghetto convenience store ever (as in, there's ALWAYS someone there in a wheelchair asking if I'll buy their food stamps). Rather than just magically making the credit card work the right way, the cashier asked how much I wanted to pump. "But all I want to do is fill up my car with gas and I don't know how much that's going to cost!" I know. I'm not dramatic at all.
She looked at me like she didn't care (she didn't). I grabbed my credit card and drove to ANOTHER gas station. I had to prove my point and I was going to get my full tank of gas if it was the last thing I did!
And that, my friends, is why I was 30 minutes late to work on Tuesday. Thankfully, by the time I got to work I was done being grumpy and I realized how funny it was. And I may or may not have enjoyed telling the story to all the coworkers who laughed their heads off trying to figure out how you get gas without actually getting any gas. :)
Tuesday morning comes along and for some reason I'm running a few minutes late. I finally rush out to the car, and lo and behold the gas light is still on and its showing I have an empty tank. What the! My first thought was there was something wrong with the car and it wasn't registering the full tank. Then I realized that was unlikely since everything else was working fine. Then I figure someone in my ghetto neighborhood must have siphoned my gas! (Maybe it was the ice cream man!) So I call Dan to tell him the bad news.
Thankfully, husband is calm. He told me that siphoning would be unlikely without any other evidence. Hmm.
Then husband calmly says, "Maybe I didn't actually pump any gas last night."
Uh. Seriously? "You mean you didn't notice how many gallons it took or how much it cost after you finished?!"
"Nope."
Uh. Speechless. How does that even happen? And lets all remember that he drove around after "getting gas" with the gas light still on and the gauge reading empty. Good thing I love my husband. A lot.
Remember how I hate getting gas in the morning and I was already running late? I grumpily ran to the gas station. And of course the credit card didn't work (long story) so I had to go inside the MOST ghetto convenience store ever (as in, there's ALWAYS someone there in a wheelchair asking if I'll buy their food stamps). Rather than just magically making the credit card work the right way, the cashier asked how much I wanted to pump. "But all I want to do is fill up my car with gas and I don't know how much that's going to cost!" I know. I'm not dramatic at all.
She looked at me like she didn't care (she didn't). I grabbed my credit card and drove to ANOTHER gas station. I had to prove my point and I was going to get my full tank of gas if it was the last thing I did!
And that, my friends, is why I was 30 minutes late to work on Tuesday. Thankfully, by the time I got to work I was done being grumpy and I realized how funny it was. And I may or may not have enjoyed telling the story to all the coworkers who laughed their heads off trying to figure out how you get gas without actually getting any gas. :)
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