To provide some closure for my last blog post, Matt came home from work last Tuesday and said, "I read your blog today, you didn't realize it was me that put the chicken plate in your car?"
Evidently Matt's stepmom picked up the dish at a thrift shop. Matt got it when he stopped at their house last weekend to borrow a tool from his dad, and instead of bringing the dish into the kitchen, he thought it would be funny to put it on my passenger seat.
So rest assured that I do not have a poultry based interloper on my hands.
We had a productive Saturday today, I cleaned and Matt worked on a few projects around the house. After lunch he was planting some trees along the side of the house, and I came out to tell him I was going to run over to Goodwill for a little bit.
"Maybe you'll find some chicken plates!" he said.
Everyone's a comedian.
And then he bent down and picked something up from the dirt.
"Would you look at this?" he said, "A potato!"
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed! "The old owners must have planted a garden in this spot at some point!"
It was a rock.
You can't believe anything these days.
I got two shirts and two books at Goodwill, and I was more than a little tempted to buy these chicken pictures and put them in Matt's car.
Late this afternoon we headed down to the main street in our town for a little fall festival and car show. We had the best time. It was a beautiful night, there were a ton of cars, and we walked around for two hours.
After the car show we headed over to Chili's for for dinner. While we were eating, Matt was telling me about his to-do list for tomorrow. On his list was mulching around the new trees, and before I even knew what I was doing, I heard myself saying "Do you want me to mulch? I love mulching."
I LOVE MULCHING?! It's like I don't even know myself.
On the way home we decided to drive by Lowe's to pick up some mulching supplies. Unfortunately, about a block away from Lowe's, we heard a terrible sound come from Matt's truck, and as Matt slowed down, the sound of metal scraping was even more terrible.
And that's how we found ourselves ending a perfectly lovely evening with a broken down truck in the parking lot of Elevation Burger, with both of our cell phones on less than 8% battery. Matt diagnosed the problem as a missing bolt on the brakes, but even though we were only 2 miles from home, Matt didn't want to risk driving.
It's always better to be safe than brake-less.
So we walked to his dad's house to pick up their car.
And tomorrow Matt will go back to Elevation Burger to repair the truck.
Even though it was a lousy way to end the night, I have to look for a silver lining.
Guess who doesn't have to mulch tomorrow.