So I’m not allowed to say anything negative about The TO for a looong time.
(Looong time = a week or less.)
Hold on to your lunch because I’m actually going to say something nice about him.
*Disclaimer: Writing nice things about The TO does not change the general tone of this blog or the personality of the blogger. Positive blog posts are assumed to be a onetime event unless otherwise indicated. Should this blogger keep writing positive blog posts a representative from the Sarcasm Preservation Society should be summoned to bitch slap said blogger ASAP. *
Anyway, y’all know I meet up with Erin from the Mother Load and Lee from The Huff Post, Post Divorce Chronicles (and wherever else she’s blogging this week) every few months or so.
Our most recent trip was a trek to Sin City in order to celebrate the 19th anniversary of my 21st birthday.
Flying to Vegas in the middle of December sounded like a good idea when we were drinking wine and laughing our butts off – in July. We weren’t thinking about the realities of flying in the winter.
A few days before our scheduled departures the weather forecast was grim. In my surrounding area several inches of snow were expected to fall. There was also a possibility of freezing rain and/or ice.
I live about 3 hours from the airport and my car is a Pontiac Torrent – not a snowplow. (A Pontiac Torrent with broken windshield wipers which compounded my dilemma.)
I wanted to drive to the airport the evening before my flight but The TO was working late and there were no suckers sitters available to watch the kids.
Never one to panic unless he runs out of beer before halftime The TO insisted, “You’ll be fine in the morning. Just take it slow and leave early. One traffic lane should be clear enough to drive on.”
While I frantically continued to check weather blogs and tried to decipher various weather maps The TO remained unconcerned. “We never get that much snow here. All the pollution in the air turns it to acid rain or something. You’ll make it.”
By 11 pm that night no snow was falling. I took a magic pill and dozed till 6 am when I received the dreaded Snow Day Wake Up Call. Four inches of snow had fallen and it was continuing to come down at a rapid rate.
My husband who loves sleep more than he loves Skin-e-max After Dark offered to get out of bed BEFORE 7 am and drive me to the airport.
That’s a 6 hour round trip in ideal weather conditions.
Also, he arranged to work his regular shift at the hospital following the trip.
This is what the roads looked like during 95% of the drive:
The TO did not complain nor did he require sexual favors prior to this adventure.
(I’m too much of a lady to say whether they were required upon my return but you perverts can read between the lines.)
And that is why I can’t say anything nasty about him for a week or less looong time.
(And why my TMJ is acting up again.)
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