Sooo, remember when I mentioned our anniversary truck ride to canyons? Umm yes? Or maybe no? Well no worries I’ll just start from chapter 1 seeing as how I like to hear myself talk (according to Cowboy).
ME: Hey Cowboy, what do you want to do for our anniversary?
COWBOY: Let’s go somewhere for 4 days including travel. But no planes, trains, buses or boats.
ME: That doesn’t leave much.
COWBOY: Sure it does.
ME: okay, then you choose and you know I don’t like to ride in a car for hours at a time!
COWBOY: I’ve got just the place.
ME: I have questions & I’m almost afraid to ask them
But here goes anyway:
Where are we going?
Do I need to pack a food bag?
Will you stop along the way so I can take potty breaks?
Do I need to have someone to call and ask for bail money in case I feel the need to dismember you?
COWBOY: Probably to all of the above.
ME: So where are we going?
COWBOY: Palo Duro Canyons.
ME: How far is it?
COWBOY: A truck ride.
ME: How far?
COWBOY: 7 1/2 hours.
COWBOY: Stop being dramatic. You’ll be fine.
ME: Okay, Mr. Stop Being Dramatic!
I decided right then and there I was going to keep an open mind, stop being dramatic (even though I’m not) and make the best of it, unlike our anniversary spent on the train trip from hell. Let’s just say that I’m not proud of that moment in my life when I acted like a spoiled child who just got her M&Ms taken away. BUT gosh darn y’all, it was absolutely the worst trip EVER! First class my hiney! Listen to me when I say this…Amtrak stinks, stinks and stinks again! I feel as though I’m still emotionally scarred from that trip which is why my eye starts to twitch just thinking about it. But that’s another story. And one that I’m not ready to relive and blog about.
September 12th 9:16 am-
I hop into Cowboy’s truck with my cheetah print suitcase in tow-
ME: (Being super proud of myself) Aren’t you proud I’m early?
COWBOY: You’re not early. We said we would leave at 9:00.
ME: I know. I’m here. And I’m early.
COWBOY: It’s 9:17. So you’re late.
ME: Nooo, we said 9:00 and if you add thirty minutes to it, that makes it 9:30. (Pointing to his clock) It’s 9:17, so I’m early.
COWBOY: Why would I add thirty minutes to the time?
ME: So you’re not disappointed when I’m not ready to go at 9:00.
COWBOY: (Chuckling) This is gonna be fun…and long.
ME: I know. We have so much to talk about.
You know me, I’m not shy to start a conversation so I pick a topic and get on with it.
COWBOY: How about we play the quiet game?
ME: (Looking and him and squinting my eyes) Which conversation did you start tuning me out?
COWBOY: Couldn’t really say.
ME: You know it wouldn’t hurt you to add a little to the conversation.
COWBOY: I think you’re doing just fine having the conversation for the both of us.
I silently stick my tongue out at him and say a quick prayer:
Dear sweet baby Jesus, please don’t let me hurt my Cowboy. He has been a good human and gave me Sweet Girl and Boy Wonder. Please give me the patience I need to keep from chopping him up and throwing his cute body parts all over Texas. I promise to not make fun of him anymore if you just grant me this one wish. And besides, orange is not a good color on me. Amen.
Three potty breaks, 2 bags of M&M’s and 6 1/2 hours later, WE FINALLY MADE IT. I secretly started putting my emergency “kill a husband” kit that I ordered from www.killahusband.com back inside it’s bag. In goes the duck tape, the wig, the gloves and the body bag.
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Happy Anniversary Cowboy♥ I’ve decided to keep you for another year. And besides, if you weren’t around, who would I make fun of and share it with the world?!
But, the real reason is that I couldn’t imagine doing this thing called life without ya♥
…’til next Sunday y’all