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::
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.