Yesterday was a bit of a blur. The HH worked for a few hours in the morning, I ran errands, The Girl had practice, and Monkey Boy did what all normal teenage boys do on a Saturday morning, slept in.
And then as soon as we were all back in the house together, we had about 10 minutes before we had to jet off to head to an appointment an hour away.
I sent my mother a text the night before letting her know we would be in the area, and had asked her if she and my dad wanted to meet up.
She said yes, and then asked me to bring up some garden fresh veggies if I had any.
So in my 10 minutes of leisure time, I grabbed a basket and went out to the garden to pull a few vegetables.
Well apparently I was taking too long…
Because before I knew it, the HH had the car running and had whipped around the corner.
“{Naughty word, Naughty Word} We have to go! C’mon!”
I gave him a glare, grabbed the soaking wet vegetables and jumped in the car.
I’m not sure if he thought I was just taking my time, fluttering about the garden, picking and washing my vegetables to annoy the heck out of him or what, but you could tell he was not amused one bit.
He gave me a kind of like “C’mon… are you kidding me? You’re choosing NOW to pick vegetables…what’s wrong with you?” look.
So today, instead of writing a lovely story about taking the time to pick a bountiful basket of vegetables for my parents, I have to write this stupid story.
Oh, and here are two crappy photos as well.
Photo #1 – I had to hop in the car with a basket full of dripping wet vegetables so I could arrange them before we arrived at my parents house. Because God forbid, they just be thrown in a sack.
{I have OCD okay… and I don’t take meds… so that’s my excuse!}
Photo #2 – Again, it’s not the photo I would have like to have taken. After arranging said vegetables I yelled asked the HH to pull over so I could put them in the trunk so my pants would have a chance to dry before we arrived at our appointment.
The basket is sitting on asphalt, there is a shadow, and some creepy man {out of view} smoking a cigarette was staring at me while I hurried to take the photo before shoving my LOVINGLY GROWN vegetables in the trunk to sit along side stinky running shoes, newspapers and paint cans.
So there you have it.
How I spent my Saturday.
~ Mavis
P.S. How was YOUR Saturday?
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