Friday, September 21, 2012

Out With the Old and in with the New!!

Out with the old...

And in with the New!

My husband bought me a new car for our 10-year anniversary!

We celebrated once again by going to Bob Evans for some good down home cookin'.

When the car salesman went over all the workings of the car with me earlier today, I was pretty sure I had it all down.  It's impossible to lock the keys in the car.  As a matter of fact, you don't even need keys to start it up.  As long as the 'key thingy' is in your purse, inside the car, you just push the button and the car starts up.  Push it again and it shuts off.

When we got to Bob Evans Gary and Rissi went ahead while I made sure all was locked up on my new car.  But something was wrong!!  It wouldn't lock!!  What?  A lemon??


You push a button to start it.  You push a button to turn it off as well.  I forgot to push the button when I got out so the car was still running and I didn't even know it.  LOL  The safety feature would not let me walk away or lock it as long as the car was running.

The car does everything for you.  I just figured it would turn itself off..  WHAT WAS I THINKING.

When Rissi woke up this morning her mommy said to her, "Guess what day it is?"  (thinking she was excited about nursery rhyme day at school where she got to dress as a nursery rhyme character)

"Sleepover day!!"  She said.

With everything that's been going on...  vacations, weddings, etc. we've not kept Rissi overnight for a while.

She is excited and so are we!

Dear Diary,

Last week I was in the slammer for a spell.  Not sure what I did to deserve this.  They treated me like a dog there!!  Seriously!  
When I got out, Mom said I smelled horrible and before she would let me sleep in bed with her and dad she had to bath me. I was happy to be home I'm telling you...  but when she put me in that tub of water and started scrubbing on me I had a good notion to poop on the floor when I got out.  But I didn't.  I do not want to be sent away again.  I am right where I belong.  Gracie.

Angry.  But glad to be home.