Abbie, Bud and Zabe

Well, we started out on not such a great note.  Let me explain.  Fasten your seatbelts and hold on because it's quite the ride.  You might want to strip naked also because you might get warm thinking about me as you read.  So Friday we were headed "up north" to em and johns.   Bud wanted insisted we take his car to save on gas money.  Fine.  Bud got the car loaded I put Zabe in the back seat.  Mind you the car is a two door.  Zabe is still sitting backwards in his convertible car seat.  So I have to kind of put one leg in the car one on the ground outside and shilizle my big butt half-way into the car.  It's a great mental picture I know.  Too bad I didn't have Bud snap a picture. Ish.  Anyway....I say to Bud as I got Z in the car, "Turn the car on and turn the air up." Bud replies, "This thing doesn't have air, it doesn't work!" "EXCUSE ME!!!!" Did I just hear what I thought I heard.  Fine.  Whatever.  It can't be that bad.  Wait, I remember they said on the news that Sunday was suppose to be 83 degrees.  Fine. Whatever.

So we hop in.  I'm hot already.  I feel like I am sitting on the ground.  And I can smell some kind of nasty exhaust.  Oh, great I am getting a small headache, we are not even to County Road 6...and I'm hot and I'm crabby.  Already.   So we get to RW for Bud's INR appointment I decided to go fill up with gas, get Starbucks, and cool down. Relax.  Oh, no but I can't.  There are two big cracks in the windshield that I have to dodge otherwise I was about   to go cross eyed.  So I decided I wouldn't be able to drive probably the whole trip.  Shoot.

Finally we are on the road again.  It's hot.  We talked about it.  I said, "Let's just run home quick and get the Trail Blazer."  Bud was NOT havin that.  Fine.  I got the whole speal on how there are a lot of unfortunate kids that don't have cars with air, and blah, blah, blah.  I said, "But Bud, Zabe is not one of those kids and we have a car that has air, and it sits farther than 6 inches off the ground." And it has air conditioning.  And I don't have to crawl in the back seat half way and squeeze my 26 pound child through a 8 inch opening to get him in his seat.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  Finally, I think I was about to shed a tear, I decided it wasn't worth being to worked up about it and crawled my little butt to the back seat to sit by Zabe.  Ah, so much better.  I could stretch out, relax, not feel so claustrophobic.  Then Bud says to me, "I bet you can't wait to log about this." "Excuse me?"  Did you just say log?  I laughed, just a little, because I was crabby.  Log! "Bud, it's Blog you moron!"  He laughed.  I laughed harder.  Seriously though.  He's crazy and it was funny....log. 

We made it. Amen.  And we made it home.  Finally! because did I mention it was hot?