Ha, ha, Very Funny!!

After a long day of driving home from West Yellowstone, we arrived home to find that the fridge and cupboards were bare (Well, almost. Nobody wanted to eat the leftovers from before we left-gross!) So, once I unpacked everybody and got the laundry started, I headed off to grocery shop. (While Todd, took a nap. Why is it that a woman's work is never done?!!) I went to Macey's to pick up a few things then to Wal-Mart. I purposely parked my car at the very end of the isle, so I could get some walking in from being in a cramped car all day. Besides, have you ever been stupid enough to go shopping at Wal-Mart on a Saturday evening? The parking lot was pretty full. My point is, I distinctly remember parking far, far out in the lot.

I did my shopping with the crowds. Did the self checkout, and headed out to the parking lot. I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls, yep, two from home. Who's been playing with the volume on my phone, anyway? So, on my way out to my car, I called Todd to check-in and see what he wanted earlier. I got to the end of the isle, where I thought I had parked (still on the phone with Todd) NO CAR! I said to Todd, " Damit, I can find my car! I'm sure this is where I parked!" He says, "What do you mean you can't find the car?" I say, " Well, you know how I sometimes forget where I park!" Sometimes I'm just not paying attention or something. Lately, I've been wondering if it's a lack of estrogen that makes my memory fuzzy? This has only happened a few times before. It's rather frusterating, not to mention highly embarrasing. I decide to start hitting my remote so I can find my car. Meanwhile, Todd says to me, "You don't think someone came and moved your car do you?" "Like who, I said." "Maybe your husband and kids." Lots of hiarious laughing from Todd this whole conversation. I say, "He better not have moved my car, this IS NOT FUNNY!" Still laughing from the other end of the phone. Quickly, I'm getting a little panicked thinking that maybe this wasn't where I had parked the car. After thinking it through, I was positive this was where I had parked! Then where in the heck was my car?? Todd's still laughing til he can't breathe. I'm so irritated, I hang up on him. So, I go back to looking for my dang car. I feel like the whole parking lot is watching me push my loaded cart all over the stinkin' place, laughing at me. Not to mention, Todd and the kids, laughing at home about the wonderful prank they just pulled on dear old Mom! Long story short, I found my car parked on an adjacent isle. I left Wal-Mart fumming mad. All I remember telling Todd when I got home was that when he gets to be my age, pay backs were gonna be a B!!

So, how 'bout Valentines? I'm not so sure I'm feeling it this year for Mr. Chuckles!