Saturday, May 28, 2005

Sometimes the catchy titles just elude me

Yesterday Mom offered to watch the kids overnight if we wanted to go out. Sis and Bub were going to see if that durn Sith was going to get revenge and she was already watching their kids. She said if she was going to watch two, she might as well watch five. Bless her heart, I don't think the entire offer was out of her mouth before I practically shouted a YES at her. I've been cooped up in this house toooooo much lately. Being the non-Jedi rednecks that we are, we could care less about Siths, Jar-Jars, wookiees (although I DO know that it's spelled with two e's) and Luke's father's sins of the past, so we decided to hit the steakhouse and, where else - Wal*Mart.

It seemed to take forEVER for our steaks to arrive. Mr. Diva commented on this, but I assured him it wasn't taking any longer than normal. We are usually preoccupied with coloring sheets and refereeing arguments to worry about speedy service. But turns out, an hour and a half for two adults to eat was really quite a long while. We were shocked that it was 10 when we left the restaurant. We went to Wal*Mart for boxes for the wiring on the playhouse, I needed new flip flops because I hadn't bought any in several weeks and I had a hankerin' for some Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk. I mean, who doesn't from time to time?

I was standing in the yarn aisle looking for the really fuzzy yarn that everyone is using to make the ultra cool flip flops that looks like you have a small, dyed sheep tied to your feet when here comes my husband. He stood there a minute not saying anything. Then he kind of shifted his feet a little bit. He moved the items he was carrying from one hand to the other. He shifted his feet again. And finally I said, "For Pete's sake, WHAT??" "Uhh...Momma....they got this new game over there and I WANT it!" A quick mental tallying of the checkbook told me that a PS2 game was yes indeed, doable, so I said, "Okay, let's go look at it." Keep in mind this man is 42 years old. Yet, he was acting like I was Santa and I held the key to all of his wildest dreams coming true.

Then I saw the game. And I became a jittery, excited kid, too. Awesome, isn't it?

We are two very happy rednecks tonight. We have carpal tunnel from playing it virtually nonstop, but we're still happy.

It doesn't get much better than this, folks


hicktowndiva said...

Well, if they made that one up special just for y'all, it just couldn't be any more perfect! All the demolition derby, none of the whiplash!

Anonymous said...

Does Paul actually call you Momma? Ahh! I would completely ignore Mike if he tried that. I'm not his mother!

Redneck Diva said...

Diva - OOh but the whiplash is the best part! I was so proud of the bruises I sported last fall I even took pictures. Too bad they were of my chest and husband said I absolutely could not post them on my blog. Party pooper.

Stace - Yes *sigh* he actually does call me Mommma. It's almost kind of sort of endearing in a weird sort of way.

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