Tropical Storm Day (at the beach!!)

At the end of our visit with my step son we took him to the beach. All he had mentioned was going to the beach. So we loaded up and drove the three and a half hours there. Being the planners we are we checked the weather just outside of Houston (an hour before the beach) only to see that Tropical Storm Don was making it’s way right towards our destination. Great. Does this mean a spacious beach area to choose from?

We get to Galveston and spend 20 minutes trying to find the beach. How two adults can be on an island and not locate the beach is kind of impressive. We find the beach, pay (which why is a beach not free?) and realize that apparently lots of other people did not get the Hurricane memo because the pay-per-beach was crowded! So we walk 10 miles (a quarter of a mile) down from the car, find a spot, spread everything out, lather the kid with sunscreen (because its not at all sunny) and I send the boys into the potentially shark/jellyfish infested waters.

I lay back, enjoying the 40mph winds hitting me only to be interrupted moments later by the joyous sounds of the step son letting me know he had salt in his mouth. Um, duh, you’re at the beach. Instead being the excellent bonus mom I am I first took like 10 pictures of his meltdown (priorities) then proceeded to help him rinse his mouth. He then sat down letting me know he never wanted to get in the water at the beach again. Lucky for you kid a Hurricane is about to make that a reality.

So after only being there maybe an hour we loaded up and headed to the car. No sooner did the kid get in and toss sand everywhere in my car did the torrential down pour start. I then felt the need to point out how great it was that we drove three and a half hours for one hour at the beach.

We navigated our way (in the storm) to the ferry because we promised him we’d take him. Surprisingly there wasn’t a long “evacuate for the Hurricane” line, yet. Also unsurprisingly as soon as we got on the ferry he wanted to get out and walk around the boat. Super, I was actually hoping for the chance to get soaked.

Then the navigation system let us know that the quickest way back home was on the ferry. So we turned around and got back on. Which took no time at all because what other retarded people are trying to ride a ferry onto an island during a hurricane?

Overall I think it was a great trip. He hated the ocean, but the Hurricane took care of that. Sealed the deal that I will never have sand in the car again.  

best friend (not) forever...

I have had this bff (because that’s even a real thing when you’re an adult?). We were pals. She’s the one that jumped up and down with me when I announced my engagement. Keeping with the trend she also jumped up and down with me when I announced my nuptial plans in Vegas and we began all the plans for the journey there.

The buzz kill? She didn’t show. Then she became the ex bff. (Now it’s actually a thing).

After forcing 13 apologizes and making her perform ridiculous (non sexual) acts of kindness for me, I let her back in. And by “in” I mean back in the “cool club” where clearly I am the president (of one). But honestly, it wasn’t operating up to its potential without the help of the Vice Prez.

Life was good, she was back, the world was right, incurable diseases might now be cured. Then the Scientists gave up the search for a cure.

It went something like this:

BFF: (via txt) Hey so me and the boyfriend (who happens to be my neighbor so where is my thank you for that hook up?) and Shaquitha (name has been changed to protect privacy) are going to this thing tonight could you keep an eye on my car in the bizarre event the ex girlfriend randomly stalks the house tonight?

Me: (not via txt…just silently to myself). First of all why is the ex girlfriend stalking vehicles a thing? Obviously my car with a mind of its own has proven it could run her over if you’d like. Also and more importantly why has the neighborhood excluding your bff (me) and apparently the crazy ex girlfriend been invited to this thing?

What I actually responded with: “Sure”.

My feelings are dented.

I’m currently in the market for a new bff.

going to get my new Bentley and by Bentley I mean affordable SUV

I need want a new car. Preferably an SUV because I have a car. I’m also bored with my current car however in my defense it has issues.

I’m not quite sure what I was thinking living in Texas and agreeing to leather seats. I might deserve that punishment.

The car also has a neon display of decorative lights on the dash. They have been there awhile. Probably alerting me of some significant issue with the car. I’ll just continue to disregard because eventually I’ll trade it in. Hopefully it won’t explode before then.

And then it recently tried to run me over. I think it’s best we cut ties.

Conveniently all of these things help my “I want need a new car!” status with the complaint department (husband).

So I think the day has come.

Tomorrow.

Because today we are at work and apparently they don’t think “can I leave to go look at new cars?” is a valid reason to miss work. I need the extra “thinking” time anyways to narrow it down. So far I’ve narrowed it to an SUV. But I’ve ALSO narrowed it to black.

Which is ridiculous because I live in Texas and we are experiencing apparently the worst heat wave in the history of the world. Also I’m that person that never washes my car, ever.

It seems that husband thinks a Hummer is a bad idea. Apparently gas is expensive and something about why I need a tank? Like he’s never seen me drive!  He did however humor me and let me test drive one. This led to me secretly disliking them.

Getting a new car might be silly because I rarely drive. Husband and I are stuck lucky enough to work next door to each other. So we carpool. Most days. Unless we dislike each other that morning. We always bring his truck because it’s manly. And because he often runs work errands that require him to bring back large objects that won’t fit in my car. In the event I do land a new car it will live in the driveway. Until I nag him enough to “make space for my brand new black car in the garage because it’s too hot for it to be in the driveway.”

So I’m certain tomorrow is the day. It has to be because the end is near (obviously). I’m also preparing myself that tomorrow is the pre day because you never get a new car the day you start looking.

Husband says we are driving around Austin tomorrow test driving every SUV possible. Except Hummers. Which should be great. Because I’m a talker, until I’m faced with a car salesman then suddenly I have no voice and can’t remember what I want.

But maybe before my next car payment is due I’ll have a new, never going to be driven, black SUV.