A few "day in the life of Kelley" pics...and two funny stories:
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Yesterday before church, Brad sat down on the couch and looked at me seriously while I was feeding Arden. I think he even sighed.
"Well, babe," he said, "You're going to think I'm the worst husband ever."
Hmmm...I'm thinking. What could this be? Usually, when Brad prefaces something this way, something he did that was kind of spacey follows: I left the sunroof open in the car and it rained last night; I forgot to put the clothes in the dryer and now they smell bad; I didn't see that the milk I picked up on my way home expires tomorrow. Stuff like that. Not SERIOUSLY bad husband stuff...but annoyances nonetheless.
"I just completely forgot that today is Mother's Day. I'm so sorry."
Huh? But today ISN'T Mother's Day.
"Brad--today's not Mother's Day. Mother's Day is in May--I think it's the second Sunday in May? Usually? You know--everyone gets mad at you for having youth group on Mother's Day? And then Father's Day is the next month?"
Brad paused. Considered this. "That's so weird. You're right, it is in May, isn't it? But all the facebook status updates were saying things about Mother's day. So I thought I had it wrong."
He pulled out his blackberry and clicked on facebook. "So strange. A bunch of people are saying 'Happy Mother's Day' on here...oh...wait...they're all my friends from Wales...It must be Mother's Day in the UK today? Yeeeaaaaahhhhh. Okay."
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Mac was very excited about going to the grocery store today to get more cinnamon. So I let him hold the new (big) jar. While he was sitting in the truck at the front of the card. Like this:
(These truck carts save my life every week, by the way.)
We got the cinnamon pretty early in the trip. Mac was quiet and content driving his truck. I thought all was well. As I walked down an aisle for my last item, I noticed that the floor seemed dusty under my feet...unusual for Publix. Then, somewhere in my mind, I was had the thought that Publix really smelled nice today...
In an instant, it all came together. The silence from Mac. The feeling that the floor was dusty under my feet. The wonderful smell. My huge mistake.
Mac opened the sealed cinnamon.
I gazed down the aisle we had just traveled. A trail of dusty cinnamon, leading right to our cart. I walked to the front of the cart to survey the damage. Mac had PILES of cinnamon on his lap. Piles.
He gave me his trademark wide-eyed look of confusion mixed with some fear that he may be in trouble. A heart-melting look, actually.
Publix, of course was so sweet about the whole thing. I apologized profusely and offered to help clean the mess. Oops.
THAT is the funniest Mac story yet!!!
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