So anyway, this van FINALLY decides to turn, and it's right where I want to turn, of COURSE! I make the turn and think "Sheesh, looks like we'll be behind this FOOL all the way to Chile Verde!!" As I look up out of my road rage trance, I realize that I have followed this van into a high school parking lot. Hello! Meanwhile, Brent is dying and is trying so hard not to laugh. Band practice happened to be getting out at this time, so I drove to the back of the parking lot, did a U-ie, pretended I was picking someone up, and then got back onto the REAL road to Chile Verde. Maybe you had to be there, but the moral of the story for me: don't act like an impatient jackass. You might miss out on where you were headed.
In other news: Brent and I successfully assembled our treadmill last week! It's amazing, and we know it. We're not the most mechanical couple, so it was one small victory. I hope it's the first success story on our way to having built-in book cases and a new deck. Here are scenes from the triumph:
"Ohhhh, so you mean that a dry-clean only dress isn't the best thing to wear while assembling a large piece of machinery?"
Differences between Brent and I: I immediately rip open the bag and start flingin parts around, not even taking time to change after work. Brent reads the instruction manual and changes into an old t-shirt.