We'll go ahead and make a theme this week - almost dying and my in-laws, here’s a couple of random bits involving them or almost dying:
This is an actual conversation between me and Bean while I was driving on the Big Ass Bridge on my way home from work one day.
Bean: Hello?
Me: THERE’S FOG!!
Bean: Ok??
Me: I CAN’T SEE!!
Bean: Did you turn on the windshield wipers?
Me: NO!!! BECAUSE THEY DON’T WORK!!!
Bean: Baby, turn on the windshield wipers.
Me: THEY DON’T WORK, AND I CAN’T SEE AND I’M GOING TO DIE!!!!
We weren’t married yet, and he lived closer to the office than I did, so I had to stop there and be hysterical for awhile, and of course his parents were there visiting. That’s when they realized that he and I were not exaggerating when we said I was crazy.
Also, Bean drove me to work almost every day after that, even though he bought me a new car with working windshield wipers the next week.
Bean's brother, Harley just got a new job, but then ended up in the hospital.
He's been there a week, and has been totally coherent the whole time, and has been going on and on about how worried he is about his job.
But he didn't call work to give them an update.
Finally Mom Bean had to stand over him while he called work - the boy is like 45 years old.
8 comments:
Okay, I totally get the fog/OMG, I'm going to die thing.
And the thing about Bean's brother? Cracked me the hell up!!
I had a similar experience with my husband and Atlanta traffic that ended with him taking the wheel and talking me down from a panic attack.
Understood.
Sometimes I think I'm going to die when traffic is merging onto the interstate. I like to always be in the left lane and be over in time to get off my exit and I don't like when cars eff around and slow way down because I'm not sure if I'll get over in time and then I'll end up in Minnesota because our house is on the last WI exit! LMAO, it's not like I'm driving in Miami or something! This is WI.
I mean, I like to be in the RIGHT lane. Ugh!
These stories are why I read your blog. Just hilarious!
Someone needs to cut the apron strings.. jus sayin.
We don't have much fog in Tucson, but I can totally appreciate your comments on the 45 year old brother!
When my husband's mother dies, God only knows what will happen to his adult siblings! I have been telling her for 25 years to close the "bank."
They had better not be calling us for help! I have no sympathy!
I drove around in a car where the wipers didn't work for a long time (too cheap to get them fixed). In the rain I would lean out the window and try to wipe the windshield off with a rag--of course, that only lasts for a couple seconds and then you're back careening wildly down the road in the wrong lane.
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