July 23, 2009
Some friends invited us to go boating last weekend. A week before leaving for CA. For normal people, this would not be that big of a deal. For anxiety riddled me, it was. I agreed grudgingly to go for 2 reasons.
1. It would require me going shopping for lunch supplies and snacks. Which we were pretty much out of. If we had eaten at home, I could have pulled something together, but without a microwave our options were limited to sandwiches. And we were out of bread. So I had to go shopping. Which resulted in (as I knew it would) my buying unnecessary chips, cookies and candy. As well as supplies to make my own gourmet birthday cake. But that is a story for another day.
2. The "friends" who invited us was one of my husband's friends at work. Who happens to be a skinny blond female. Who, I must admit, is about the nicest girl there is. Which in a way makes it worse. But I digress.
So we went. We took the kids on the boat. Some loved it, some hated it. It rained on us for most of the time. And I took my oldest on the inner tube. Which shocked my husband.
The next day we were conversing about the experience as a whole.
"Did you have fun on the inner tube?" he asks me.
"Yeah, I did."
"Does that surprise you?"
"It does actually." He has the gall to respond.
"Why? Because I'm no fun and I hate everything?"
"Well, yeah. . ."
Apparently my reputation proceeds me. ..
Sent out into the void by Rachel Ward at 10:03 AM