Michael and I (read: I) have the tendency to put off everything until the weekend. Wash clothes? Weekend. Run by the dry cleaners? Weekend. It's dumb because once the weekend rolls around, I don't want to do anything except relax. Last Saturday, our list looked something like this:
Crate & Barrel
I'm assuming a few of the above items stuck out more than the rest. Let's talk about Michael's car for a second. 99 Explorer Sport. My guess is when he first drove it he was pretty awesome. Fast forward 11 (!!) years and the car is a death trap for all passengers and nearby drivers. He has to air up the tires at least once a week, the windshield wipers don't work, random lights flash for no reason at all, and the list goes on and on. Michael still has an Oklahoma license plate because he knows his car won't pass inspections in Texas. We've been researching cars for awhile and had already test-driven two (Highlander, Traverse) but neither were the perfect fit. Recently a friend from my work (Hi Trish!) bought a Honda Crosstour and had really great things to say about it so we decided to give it a try.
In the five years we've been together, I can count approx three times I've seen Michael happier than when he drove that car on Saturday. At first I was excited for him but then I felt absolutely terrible because I finally realized how badly he'd wanted a new car and how little he'd complained. We'd planned on taking some information and leaving but the sales guy pulled that sales guy number where he says, "What do I have to do to make you take this home with you today?" We gave him four requirements and he met every single one of them. So approx five hours after we first arrived, we drove home in a beeeeautiful Crosstour.
(Yes, we now own two dark grey cars.)
(No, it was not my idea.)
(Yes, I was secretly thrilled when he decided dark grey was "the one.")
(Yes, I am still having a conversation with myself that has turned supremely awkward.)
With that in mind, we had to skip the eight other things we were supposed to do and instead got ready for Billy Bob's. This place? Insane. It's like one giant country madhouse. Anyone that knows me knows that country and I do not mix. At all. But! Michael's cousin's husband is in the band that tours with a guy named Clay Walker. Apparently Clay is/was well known as the place was packed! I didn't recognize one song. Instead, I spent the entire evening people-watching. 178 sparkly belts, inappropriately short skirts, and bleached hairdo's later, I was still enthralled. WHERE do these people come from and WHY can't I see this stuff every single day? Would make life so much sweeter.
Sunday was a little more laidback. We went to Karen and Myers' church to see Owen get baptized and then over to her parents house to celebrate. After we left their house we laid out at our neighborhood pool, which FINALLY opened! It was being built last summer (I'm fairly certain Michael, myself, and Thumbs could have built it in less time) so it was nice to enjoy it from the other side of the gates! Michael recited his annual, "I don't need sunscreen" schpeel and is still paying for it three days later. He's my lobster.
So anyway, great weekend indeed! I started my new job (same company) this week, which just so happens to be the same time that busy season begins in our department. Needless to say, I'm tired and will be going to bed as soon as I'm done with this. I still require my 14 hours of sleep each night so that means I need to start going to bed at approx 4:30pm. Yeesh.