My mom would haul me to the dentist in this car.
I would be crying the whole way there. When she pulled up to the front of the building (she says it was right up front, in the front window where the receptionist could see everything) she would get out and I would immediately crawl all the way to the back of that huge station wagon. She would walk to the back of the car to open up the back and I would crawl all the way to the front locking all the doors on the way up. This ritual went on several times, me crying and begging her not to take me in there, her telling me she was going to beat my butt if I didn't open the doors.
I told The Hubs this story
Me: Thank God you're not driving me to the hospital in a station wagon
The Hubs: Thank God you can't crawl over seats!
Me: Good point!
Today this very early morning The Hubs is taking me in for my rotator cuff surgery. I'm hoping I won't have to be duct taped to the seats of the car to get me to my appointment. I'm hoping to handle this with some grace. Dig deep within myself to handle it with some maturity. Meaning no kicking, screaming, crying, and carrying on.
This is going to put me out of the blog writing business for a few days. The doctor is saying weeks but I'm not seein that happenin!
In the mean time......................I'll be entertaining you (or not) with some old stories, maybe some guest blogger's, and The Hubs doing a little writing.