Andy’s been without a car all week and today as I was driving home from dropping him off at work I started to literally laugh out loud at the memory of another time Andy was without a car.
Or actually I was without a car.
So here is a little Throwback Thursday story for you on this dreary Thursday.
Let me set the scene for you:
I was INSANELY pregnant with Rory. Like almost 8 months pregnant.
We lived in Pineville, Louisiana in the cutest little house you ever did see. I’m not even kidding. I still miss that tiny house all the time. It was our first bought home and we were madly in love with it.
For some reason or another we were down one car, so Andy just took the car to work because I had no job and we were actually already starting to pack for our move to Texas. So it was just me and my perfect house and I had no need for a car at all.
Except then I did.
You see, I rarely had a craving for anything other than watermelon when I was pregnant with Rory. I literally ate like 4 whole watermelons a week. Sometimes I would even sprinkle chocolate chips on my watermelon because I was a rebel like that.
I never ate meat. That is just a side note.
On this particular morning I was watching TV and a commercial came on.
A Dunkin’ Donuts commercial, to be exact.
I went into full anxiety attack, y’all.
I mean I legit went full on YOU BETTER GET ME A DONUT NOW OR I WILL MURDER SOMEONE mode.
The problem was that I didn’t have a car. And Andy couldn’t just leave work to get me a donut.
So I came up with a plan.
I found my favorite purse for traveling. Filled it with my phone and a water. Through it across my chest.
AND OFF I WENT.
We lived close to downtown Pineville so I knew it was like no big deal to walk to this amazing old donut shop just two roads over.
I mean, I had walked for hours in NYC every time I went so COME ON this would be a breeze.
Turns out the half mile max I thought it was turned out to be a leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettle more than what my pregnant brain remembered.
It was actually almost 3 miles to the donut shop.
THREE MILES. 8 MONTHS PREGNANT.
When I finally got to the donut place I literally practically fell into the store. There were only approximately 2380230923 old men sitting there staring at me like I had gone mental.
The lady behind the counter rushed over to me and started fanning me.
Then she said, “Honey, are you okay? Do you have a husband? PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE DID NOT ABANDON YOU AND YOU’VE BEEN WALKING FOR HOURS.”
I mean, she was ready for a TV drama to play out.
I told her that I had a craving and no car so I decided to walk. She asked where I lived. I told her. SHE STARTED HOWLING WITH LAUGHTER because she knew just how crazy it was.
So she brought me two chocolate donuts with sprinkles and a large chocolate milk just like I had been so desperately craving.
It was the absolute best meal I have ever eaten in my life.
I sat there for over an hour dreading the walk back to our house. Finally, I got up the nerve to go. The lady gave me her number in case I couldn’t make it. I will be forever thankful of that sweet woman for making me feel a little less crazy by telling me some stories of her own cravings while I ate those donuts.
I proceeded to walk home. It took FREAKING FOREVER to get home. Three people stopped to see if I needed a ride.
Before getting home I had only thrown up 7 times. I lost my precious donuts and all the dignity I had left (which was .1%).
I remember telling people that I knew about my adventure and all of them looked at me like a crazy person and laughed their heads off.
I walked 6 miles total for a craving.
WHO DOES THAT?!
In closing, I would like you all to know that Rory is still madly in love with chocolate donuts with sprinkles.
As she better be. I mean. The things I do for her!
Happy Throwback Thursday!