Somebody Isn’t Paying Attention Around Here
While scrolling through my blog’s draft folder, I found a not-so-unusual exchange between my husband Kenny, daughter Chloe and myself. It’s just a little glimpse in to what goes on around here when we’ve been cooped up in the house. This draft was from December 2014 when winter was settling in and I was filling up the daydream folder for 2015.
As 2015 has unfolded, I have managed to visit quite a few of the stops on my wishlist with a few more on deck.
Dream it, do it.
[cue harps for dream sequence]
For the past couple of weeks I’ve jotted down ideas while perusing travel books in the hope that I will visit these places in 2015. One of the books I was reading was Roadside Giants by Brian and Sarah Butko.
Me: Oh, look at that. Did you know there’s another giant coffee pot but on a stick in Winston-Salem? That’s right by the Shell gas station there.
Kenny: What Shell station?
::incredulous glare in unison from both myself and my daughter Chloe::
Kenny: What?
Me: Chloe?
Chloe: Yea, the big shell-shaped station.
::I told you so glower::
Kenny: What? how am I supposed to know where every single freakin’ teapot and weirdo gas station is?
Me: I only know of one teapot.
Kenny: You just said another teapot on a stick right now!
Me: No, I didn’t. I said coffee pot.
Kenny: Whatever. Same thing.
::unison Chloe and me:: Noooooo, they aren’t.
Poor Kenny.
I think Kenny’s outnumbered…
Yup – thems the breaks when you’re a rooster in the hen house
Is that the same Shell station from the Void last year? So we were right near it but never knew about it?
Yes, same Shell. Even if I knew about the pot then, I’m not sure I would’ve gone looking for it. Even though I’m not competitive during the rally I still seem to be relatively focused on doing my “job.”
Do you stop for stuff unrelated to the rally?
Every family’s different. 🙂