Am I Talkin To Myself?

I wouldn't say I was crabby while on that trip though, however according to my hubby this shirt is PERFECT for me and so he got it- lol!

The day started out great! We got there and took a stroll into town and hunted down the horse and carriage ride- Gavin didn't seem as enthusiastic as we thought he would but it was very nice. Got to get educated on the ins and outs of carriage rides thanks to my husband's constant questioning-- no hate mail please, to those who think carriage rides are animal abuse!

We went for ice cream & back to get ready to head to the beach later in the evening. I learned something there as well--- my husband can NOT be converted into a beach lover. I grew up on the beach and love it...can play all day. Him? not so much. make that not at all. But my son and I had a ball and that's what matters.

So we go home after a pretty nice day...and then it is ALL DOWN HILL FROM THERE.

Hubby goes to convenience store.

Car dies.

I immediatly make myself an appletini.

Hubby walks back.

Get's jumper cables.

Walks back to car.

NO ONE WOULD HELP JUMP CAR.

Walks back.

I finally realize we are at my parent's (whom are away) and my dad's car is there.

Call Dad and tell him story- he says use his car to jump ours.

Hubby takes Dad's car to jump car.

Drives our car back.

Walks back to Dad's car.

Drives Dad's car back.

That whole episode (this is the highly edited version) pretty much killed the whole evening and we both go to bed pissed. Next day was Labor Day! and i have to say, thank goodness that this national holiday is rarely "celebrated" and that good old overpriced Pep Boys was open....because hubby was able to jump our car's battery once again and drive it there only to wait about 6 HOURS for them to install a new battery that cost more than some people's monthly car payments. But Gavin and I spent a lovely day together on Labor Day strolling the boardwalk and playing at the playground and eating ice cream for lunch...