Two nights ago as we were watching The Daily Show, I turned the iPad to Kent and said
Me: What do you think of this table?
Kent: (Without turning his head toward the iPad) I love it!
When he finally did look at it, he actually did love it, and since it met all the predetermined parameters I had for the kitchen table and was a great Craigslist deal far below what I had budgetted for a new one, I decided to buy it. It is going to be a great before and after project for the blog which I can’t wait to get started on–but probably should wait until I have a garage. Anyone want to have a painting party in their garage? I’ll bring the primer!
Picking the table up involved two evening/night trips to Rockville. Evening because I needed Kent to be home so I could remove all the car seats and put the front seat down, and two trips since I could only fit 6 of the 8 chairs in my car at once. I have been doing amazingly well at freeway driving recently, but driving northbound on the innerloop of 495 alone is exactly what I was doing when I had The Incident, so as awesome as I am, I could only force myself to do it once. I called Kent on the way home from the first trip.
Me: What will I have to pay you to take the car back and pick up the last couple of chairs?
Kent: (Annoyed pause) Nothing. I’ll do it for free.
Good thing I married a nice guy. In truth, Kent is intimately acquainted with my delightful freeway phobia and was impressed I made it even once. It’s the farthest I’ve driven alone on the 495 in 3.5 years since The Incident. Either I’m recovering, or this was truly a phenomenal Craigslist deal.
At 10pm, as Kent and I were carrying in the table top, we had this conversation.
Me: The address is 506 Roberta. It’s the 506 one.
Kent: It’s just in the previous destinations in the GPS, right?
Me: Yes, but it’s the very last one, the 506 one.
Then as we were bringing in a load of chairs,
Me: The address is 506 Roberta, not the, like, 552 one that’s in there, too. That’s the atm. It’s 506 Roberta–or something that begins with an R.
Then as he was getting ready to pull out I took him the last $20 bill of the payment money.
Heather: This is the last of the payment money. It was in wad of cash in my purse and this one must have slipped off when I pulled it out. It’s 506 Roberta. Thank you so much. See you soon!
Five minutes later my phone rings. It’s Kent.
Kent: Hey, there are three Rockville addresses in the GPS. The last three addresses are all in Rockv–
Me: (Cutting in) It’s Five. Oh. Six. Roberta. 506.
Kent: Because there’s also a 552 Roberta in here.
Me: I know. It’s 506.
Also I saw this gem on facebook that I’m going to have to make into a t-shirt:
“Ladies, when a man says he will do something, he’s going to do it. There’s no need to keep reminding him every 6 months.”