To say this has been a trying week for the Harris’ would be an understatement.
Yours truly had a birthday on Monday and it came with the news that all plans for the week and weekend were off because of some complications at Andy’s work.
We were supposed to be going to Texas tomorrow and now we can’t. Can I go sob in a corner now? Oh wait. Already done that.
Yesterday we found out Andy was having more car troubles than we assumed so a few thousand $ later…. I’ll go cry in a corner again.
Today I got all of us ready to go get donuts and walked outside to NO CAR (had totally forgotten) and we all wept for a good hour. HA. I felt like the worst mom in the world.
It is only 8:30 as I type this and we are all in our bathing suits just waiting until it is warm enough to go swim.
Please, Lord, let us be able to swim today! (I seriously need a nap time today. ha!)
So yesterday was the day that I had to take Andy’s truck in the shop.
They called me that afternoon from the car place and told me what was wrong.
I called Andy and he answered and it was LOUD and he was clearly in the middle of the mill with the machines. So in order for him to hear me I had to shout. At work. With all my coworkers around.
Me (shouting): IT’S YOUR REAR END. IT HAS A LEAK.
Andy (lots of noise and him shouting): WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Me (shouting even louder): YOUR REAR END HAS A LEAK. YOUR REAR END IS LEAKING ANDY. YES. IT HAS A LARGE HOLE AND IS LEAKING REALLY BAD. YES! YOUR REAR END!
Now, just imagine ALL OF THE LAUGHTER going on right now in my office. Midway through this conversation with him I realize everyone is laughing really hard in the office and that what I’m saying sounds like Andy’s actual rear end (butt) has a leak.
Let me just say.
I needed that laugh.
I mean, I was crying from laughing.
YOUR REAR END HAS A LEAK ANDY!
Gah. It was hysterical.
Speaking of rear ends and hysterical things- check out this awesome car Ryder made Andy :
I think Andy may have a hard time showing his face at school for a while.
But can we just weep a little over the preciousness that is “he is my best friend”. So sweet.
Now excuse me while I hold on to hope and pray for a miracle that SOMEHOW we can still go to Texas.
Because I have fabulous friends and a fabulous bed (yes we ordered a bed there to be picked up this weekend) and a fabulous hotel room (nonrefundable) waiting on us.
*wail sob wail sob wail sob wail*
happy sobbing thursday!