Ending Today
... Was a job and a half.
Today was a vacation day, we went down to the shore, watched a movie (Inside Out, cried often, LOVED it, recommend it), ate at a seaside restaurant, typical fair.
What was decidedly NOT typical was going home. Somehow we got lost between leaving the restaurant and getting on the route that leads to the highway, spent an extra twenty minutes doing a big loop in the opposite direction of how to get home before me (the designated navigator), was able to get us back on track. It happens at least once a year, no big deal.
But then we're driving home and a GIANT FREAKING THUNDERSTORM decided to pass over us. Seven p.m. turned dark enough to be 9 or 10, rain was hard enough for Da to slow down to like 20mph and even with the wipers at super-fast one could barely see to drive, lightning turned everything white and we could hear the thunder through the car engine, the blaring radio, and the pouring rain. Which in turn freaks me, the thunder-phobic, out to no end and leaves me a bundle of nerve-wracked stress. It followed us all the way home.
And, to compound matters, because visibility was shot all to heck, Da smashed his car into our garage. He now has a long white streak of paint on his very black car and - we think - a sizeable dent in the rear door (it's hard to tell because, you know, visibility).
I'm having a nightcap after this.
Today was a vacation day, we went down to the shore, watched a movie (Inside Out, cried often, LOVED it, recommend it), ate at a seaside restaurant, typical fair.
What was decidedly NOT typical was going home. Somehow we got lost between leaving the restaurant and getting on the route that leads to the highway, spent an extra twenty minutes doing a big loop in the opposite direction of how to get home before me (the designated navigator), was able to get us back on track. It happens at least once a year, no big deal.
But then we're driving home and a GIANT FREAKING THUNDERSTORM decided to pass over us. Seven p.m. turned dark enough to be 9 or 10, rain was hard enough for Da to slow down to like 20mph and even with the wipers at super-fast one could barely see to drive, lightning turned everything white and we could hear the thunder through the car engine, the blaring radio, and the pouring rain. Which in turn freaks me, the thunder-phobic, out to no end and leaves me a bundle of nerve-wracked stress. It followed us all the way home.
And, to compound matters, because visibility was shot all to heck, Da smashed his car into our garage. He now has a long white streak of paint on his very black car and - we think - a sizeable dent in the rear door (it's hard to tell because, you know, visibility).
I'm having a nightcap after this.