I remember being so excited about my 6th birthday. I had asked for a Sesame Street Honker horn for my bike, and was quite the happy 6-year-old when I opened the package. It was green and blue, with pink horns. And when you squeezed the nose, it (obviously) honked!
We went on a birthday family bike ride that afternoon to the lake-park (I'm sure it had a real name, but that's how I remember it. Basically a park with a lake, and a trail you could ride around. Heaven for a young 'un like me!)
I was so proud of my new honker. It looked really cute on my blue-banana-seat bike handles. About 10 minutes into the ride, I was honk-honking along, and my tires went off the paved path just a bit. When I tried to get back on, my tire didn't agree, and I, well, crashed. Fell over. And broke my honker. To pieces.
Time sitting in plane on tarmac in Amarillo after being diverted due to weather: 1 1/2 hours Amount spent on rental car after flight was cancelled: $80 Time spent waiting for luggage: 45 minutes Time spent waiting in line to fill out lost luggage report: 30 minutes Amount spent on dinner in Amarillo, seeing as it was 11:30 pm, and we hadn't eaten since lunch: $22, plus tip Amount spent on refilling rental car before returning it: $12.78 Time spent waiting for luggage to be delivered to house the next day: 10 hours
Sleeping in my own bed, even if it wasn't until 4:00 am: priceless
I don't just have a Ragdoll, I have a Ragdoll Retriever.
I'm not kidding. Maggie will bring her toy to me, put it in my hand and then sit there looking at me, saying "Hello! I'm waiting, mom!" I'll throw the toy across the room, she'll run like crazy to get it, then bring it right back to me, put it in my hand and wait for me to toss it again. She'll do this until one or both of us gets tired (usually she outplays me. Hey, she's younger and has more stamina, what can I say...)
It's just crazy, man. And makes for quite a good 'ol time playin' fetch!
When we bought our house, it came with dry erase board walls in our laundry room. Cool, huh? Well, just last week I took advantage of them and wrote mushy little love notes to the husband.
"I love you, turkey!" (inside joke)
"Jonathan + Melissa = luv"
"Jonathan and Melissa, sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First came love, then came marriage, and heaven forbid that next comes baby in the baby carriage!"
Sweet, right? Well, a few evenings later, I see the husband in the laundry room, writing on the walls (and for a long time!) I smiled really big, wondering what lovey-dovey things he's dreamed up...So I walk in there, and, well, yeah. He sure had written down the chemical formula for energy.
I must have had a weird look on my face because he looked at me, looked at the wall, back at me, and quickly wrote down "I love you, too!"