(I didn’t get a chance to see her at the hospital, but we’re hoping to make a trip out to see our niece next weekend. However, this is probably a good thing since I’m petrified of babies in general. I have this ridiculous fear that I will pick them up and their still squishy heads will fall off and roll across the floor).
We made our first official “new house” purchase this weekend: a wheelbarrow. You know you’re an adult when buying yard equipment is a big event. Kind of like getting a new vacuum for Christmas and being as giddy as an eleven year old girl who got a Justin Bieber bedspread.
As we sat in the outdoor section of the local Home Depot I asked Josh, “Are you sure this will fit in the car.”
“Of course,” he smiled as we rolled our new purchase to the check out.
We got to the car and opened the trunk. Not even halfway and the thing gets stuck.
So we open the door to the back seat and slid the metal contraption inside. Now the door wouldn’t shut because of the handles.
“Well, we’re only a few miles from the house...,”
Somehow, the next sentence or two convinced me to crawl in the backseat with our new purchase and hold the car door shut as we drove over to our place.
I now understand what a dog feels like when he walks around with one of those medical cones with everyone staring at you, openly laughing while feeling bad for taking pleasure in your misfortune. That was us.
I think we need a bigger car.
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| Me and my orange friend. |
Psh!!! It's a Honda! What did you expect? Of course it's smaller than American cars (insert Nick Myers joke here).
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Zing (insert even funnier Nick Myers joke)!
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