121: saturday's stuff

well y'all i didn't wake up til after 11 cuz i didn't go to sleep til the wee hours. i remember hearing my hubby stirring 'round in here somewhere but when i woke up he was gone.

how dare he run up outta here without leaving a note! if i did it, he would give me the 3rd when i got back.

that's where we differ. i call him while he's out to ask 40 questions. not that i think he's up to no good. (i'm not the jealous wifey type and he's not the cheating type.) it's just that i like to know where he's going and what time he might be coming back in case i need stuff from the store. or in case i wanna go out with the girls and need to figure out when and how to time my exit. or in case there's an emergency and i need to know where to find him.

he was only up the street when i called.

stupid me, i let him talk me into what would be a 45 minute drive so he could check out some shopping in another town.

well, we got on the highway and i freaked. our town is comprised of a whole lotta immigrants, both the alien (as in non-U.S. residents) and the people who move here from other states.

some of these people are BAD drivers.

bad drivers are people who jump in and out of lanes with no warning. bad drivers are people who change lanes without signaling. bad drivers are people who signal about a half second and jump over when the last 6 inches of their car are still lined up with the first six inches of your's. bad drivers are people who engage in conversation while they stomp the gas in rush hour traffic.

so hubby was driving along the highway and there was a lot more traffic than i was comfortable with. and it seemed like not a damned soul could stay in their own lane. every time a car got too close on my side of the car, my heart raced and i gripped the door. i almost hyperventilated when a U-Haul van got a lil too close to my side, tires wobbling the whole time.

and my husband's driving didn't reassure me one iota. he was driving too fast for my taste and he was driving with the pack. i hate driving with the pack. i think pack drivers have more accidents. when i'm driving, i stick to my own patch of road.

the whole 20 or 25 minutes we were on the road, other drivers were carrying on like NASCAR on steroids. it was too much for me. i told my hubby to turn around and take me back home cuz it wasn't necessary to be on the road, he just wanted to be there. i guess he was pissed but he didn't say it. he was nice about it, even when i requested that we drive back thru the city instead of on the highway.

back on our side of town, we dropped in at the library for a few hours. my daughter is currently obsessed with reading travel guides. i watched her take seven or eight down from the shelves then i stopped her. she has a tendency to get over-excited about some things. not that it's bad to get that way about books, reading, and learning. i just didn't want her dragging all those books back to the table at once cuz she's prone to tripping and dropping.

my hubby decided to check his e-mail (cuz i never let him use my computer) and sent me on my way when i tried to help him navigate the library's software. fine wit me...

*sucking my teeth and rolling my eyes*

i grabbed a few look-good books off the shelf and had me a sit-down. my daughter complained about the seating arrangement (small-ish armchairs around a small table) for too long. i was quite comfy in the chairs and didn't want to move. (but i would have been a lot more comfy if i coulda put my feet up on the table.)

lil miss then decided that she wanted to use the computer, which would have necessitated me moving from my comfy chair. i wasn't having that so i sent the hubby (who had returned by then). they shuffled off to the kids section and i stretched out as much as i could with a cool non-fiction some dude wrote about how he explored Cuba on a motorcycle. it was a good read. he shared real nitty gritty stuff including his exploration of his penchant for sex with women of color. do your thang baby. i ain't hatin'.

closing time came too soon for me. i love lounging in the library. it's been one of my favorite activities since junior high school. no lie.

we all decided to grab some eats at our fave (soon to be not) restaurant. the first time we ate at this place was like that first hit of crack: so good that you get hooked chasing that first euphoria. (i'm just saying what i been told. i don't do the mind-altering substance thing. or maybe i do... do beer and wine count?)

but just like crack (so i heard), you can't get back to that first good feeling, no matter how hard you work it. and just like crackheads, we kept going back and going back trying for the elusive good feeling.

but i think we hit bottom on saturday. (at least me and hubby did. the child found something new she dug on the menu and announced that she'll be ordering that item from now on. ummmm, okay...)

back to the adults. both hubby and i decided we ain't doing it no more. my food was acceptable but it wasn't spectacular. he didn't say while he was eating but when he made the "i'm done with this joint" announcement, i figured his food wasn't all that, either.

we discussed the crack-food analogy and that settled it. no more grub at that place.

back home, we got outta our street clothes and settled in for the big chill. hubby had to make a work run so me and the little chick had the place to ourselves.

i shoulda took a nap cuz my butt is gonna be sorry later. it's after 4 and i was sposed to get up by 9 for church. if i miss that, i still gotta go get my momma n'em from the airport by early afternoon.

pray for us y'all. :-)

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