Well, this weekend started off with a bang.
And by that I obviously mean a trip to Target.
Matt and I went to buy a board game, but he wanted to take a look at seeds and bulbs and other assorted garden accessories and I had to grab some milk, so we agreed to separate at first and then reconvene in the board game department.
Well, guess who showed up to the board game aisle with not only a half a gallon of milk, but also a container of broccoli cheddar soup, gift wrap, and a bag of miniature bell peppers.
I’m telling you, that Matt is always going crazy in Target.
Oh, I kid.
It was me.
I could justify all of my purchases except for the miniature bell peppers. I had no real need for them but they were just so adorable I couldn’t resist.
After we picked out a game and paid, we were on our way. Until we got into the car and Matt realized his blood sugar was low (he has diabetes), so we made a pit stop at the grocery store on the way home. I waited in the car while he ran in with two dollars and returned a few minutes later with a candy bar and a Spicy Nines lottery ticket.
He is unpredictable.
He is also in the same tax bracket he was in before the Spicy Nines purchase, because unfortunately it was not a winner.
I try to keep this blog profanity free because HI MOM AND DAD, but the game we bought at Target was called Smart Ass. It’s a funny game for a group, and what made it even funnier was that in an effort to censor himself, Matt called it Smart Beep.
It’s a trivia game, but there is a board with a few spots with special directions.
Dumb ass, move back three spaces.
Hard ass, you get to answer a bonus question.
It lost some of the effect when Matt would say “HAHA YOU LANDED ON DUMB BEEP, MOVE BACK THREE.”
On Saturday I woke up at the crack of 11:30, and after lunch I drove to Matt’s so he could replace the front brakes on my car.
Here’s a word to the wise. You should probably not wait until after your boyfriend has removed your entire front wheel AND brake system to ask him “So, how many times have you changed brakes before?”
Because he might tell you that this is the first time he’s ever done it, and that may or may not cause you to go into a panic, and you may or may not have to go inside and lay on the couch and watch HGTV until it’s all over.
I’m not speaking from experience or anything.
After my car was back in one piece, we took it for a spin to test the new brakes and so Matt could check out my gas pedal. As I mentioned in my last post, my foot has been especially tired while driving lately, leading me to believe that there’s an issue with my gas pedal.
Matt drove fast and slow and with cruise control and without and on highways and side streets and stopped suddenly and went up hills and around corners and after he tested every possible driving scenario, he turned to me and said, “Well, your car is working just fine. There is nothing wrong with your gas pedal.”
What he probably wasn’t expecting was for me to say, “OH NO. WELL THEN WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG WITH MY FOOT?”
Listen. God bless Matt. It must be exhausting to date me.
That’s when he drove us to the river and we got OUT OF THE CAR and walked and walked along the water and enjoyed the springtime weather, the warmest and sunniest we’ve had in months.
We found the dam and then Matt chased some geese and also communicated with them in a very realistic geese honk that he evidently perfected during hunting season.
If I closed my eyes, I couldn’t tell which honks were Matt’s and which were the actual geese.
Ladies, he’s all mine.
Says the girl who does a mean dial tone imitation.
It eventually started to get chilly, so we got back in the car and went for a ride, which is one of my very favorite things to do. We rode all around in one of the most affluent suburbs and looked at all the fancy homes and picked up flyers for any that were for sale.
If only Matt had a winning Spicy Nines ticket, this little shack could be his.
And now, it's time for a brand new week.
I am THRILLED that we now have an extra hour of daylight. I plan to take lots of evening walks.
Hopefully they make my foot stronger. I'd like this gas pedal/tired foot situation will be resolved once and for all.