MudHoney
Recently, Galoot and I had a "discussion" about how I always have to be right. Any woman knows how completely untrue this is. Let's face it, if you're like me, you bite your tongue a hundred times every day. You turn a deaf ear to the unexcused flatulence. You mumble silently to yourself when the dishwasher isn't loaded to your standards. You must save your righteousness for those all important, do or die moments when you simply can't let it go. Yesterday was one of those days.
We decided to hit the local apple festival for a few hours. Although it's been raining for days, we had beautiful fall weather - sunny, dry and breezy. Most of the display booths were on a main road but some concessions and all the parking were in a grassy area, which was very muddy from the recent rain. We tiptoed around and got some kettle corn, hot dogs and candied apples (preppygirl's personal favorite). It was one of those nice days where you see old friends, eat junk food and enjoy the weather. My son even got to sit on an antique John Deere which is owned by a guy I know from work.
Yes, I'm a dork.
As our near perfect day came to an end, we headed back to the parking area to retrieve the mini-van. As we got in, I noticed a few cars getting stuck in the mud, causing the parking lot attendants to direct cars down "the path of least resistance" to the exit. As we were backing out, I told Galoot to get to the main driving path and drive it around to the exit. Now, this would basically involve taking the LONG way around to avoid the muddy areas but would probably only add about 30 seconds to our exit time. (I'm sure you can all see where this is leading.) Galoot assures me that he can drive across the open field and get to the exit faster - the open field where not one other car is driving, including the four wheelers. Mr. Social, whom we followed to the festival, jumped in his minivan and took the recommended route - but even this wasn't enough to sway Galoot. So of course I said, "Fine, we'll go your way - but if we get stuck, I don't want to hear it!" My words were literally still hanging in the air when the tires started to spin. For the record, I was right.
I ran up to a HUGE John Deere tractor (that was helping others out as well). The guy at the wheel shook his head and headed over to Galoot (who was clearly visible in the middle of the empty, open field). I hopped in with Mr. Social while the tractor towed Galoot and the kids to safety (where's my camera when I need it?) Galoot didn't say much when I got back in the car. As we drove, he asked, "Is there anywhere you need to stop on the way home?" I smirked and said, "How 'bout the car wash?" Sometimes being right is a dirty shame.
Your son loves tractors, too?
Ouch, Galoot...When will he learn to listen? ;p
Posted by
Anonymous |
3:41 PM
Hey, I didn't know you had an apple festival there ~ I could have set up a booth. Hmmmm, maybe next year.
Look forward to beautiful weather again tomorrow because it was gorgeous here today.
Posted by
princess slea |
8:09 PM
There was a tye-dye booth running. You could have had a battle royale with them, in the mud, next to my van.
Posted by
Galoot |
8:28 AM
And PreppyGirl could bet on the winner and take home the prize. Because she can predict the future!
At Apple Festivals anyway.
Posted by
Galoot |
8:29 AM
D'OH!
Posted by
princess slea |
8:54 AM
3C - My son LOVES tractors and motorcycles. His grandparents gave him a birthday present early on Saturday - his very own John Deere.
WN - right is might
PSlea - there is a pumpkin festival coming up...
Galoot - It really was funny watching that HUGE tractor tow our little minivan across the field. I shall not soon forget this.
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
1:21 PM
I can only imagine the smirk on your face! That must of felt good, despite the "shame"! ;-D
Last night my husband told me that I wasn't the bearer of all truth, must be something in the air or something?!
Posted by
stinkypaw |
3:53 PM
SPaw - yes something in the air indeed. But we're always right - right?
Boone - That's so funny. I made a diagram on a piece of paper trying to explain to a co-worker what happened in the mud. I drew a dotted line for the way we SHOULD have gone and labeled it "path of least resistance."
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
3:52 PM
Oh duh, I just realized I typed the phrase "path of least resistance" in my post. I need a drink.
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
6:03 PM