I owe my beloved husband an apology. Not only have I been on his case all week about losing my keys but I also dedicated an entire blog entry unto his negligence. Imagine my shock/dismay when I was fumbling around in my purse today and stumbled upon them wedged between two of Haddie’s diapers (yes, I also keep the kitchen sink in there). Though their reappearance in my purse is rather suspect since he was the last one to have them, I shall not make any accusations re: the matter (besides the aforementioned “suspect” one, of course).
I have another confession to make: I sent Girlie Jeep one step closer to the grave on Friday. Y’see, Haddie really should take the fall. She’s the one who had the poopy diaper in the store. I changed her when we got out to the car and of course, there were no garbage cans to be seen. This one was a reeker so I immediately found a carwash where I disposed of it. How was I to know that I couldn’t do a tight 180-degree turn out of there without hitting the stupid garbage can? I jumped out after if happened but saw no damage to the body and forgot about it.
It wasn’t until my loving [and forgiving?] husband was graciously waxing my Jeep on Saturday that he discovered the damage: I had smunched the running board on the driver’s side (the passenger’s side running board was previously demolished and removed after a run-in with a boulder in the backcountry). The evidence before him, I had to fess up. He gave me a look of bewilderment and disbelief that he reserves just for me and my Murphyisms. I don’t know why he always acts so shocked. He read every single Murphy-laden article I had ever written before we got married. There was FULL DISCLOSURE. At least I didn’t hit another car or a building. Oh wait. I already did that in college…
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