As I mentioned Friday, we ended up going on an impromptu road trip to Rhode Island to see an air show. My husband knows one of the guys that flies with the Blue Angels (we are SO big and important!!) and had the chance to take a ride with them. After my small coronary (can I say my "Billy Mays" or my "Michael Jackson"? Too soon?), we packed up the kids and embarked on a small adventure.
Except it was an adventure that was filled with traffic, two children, and torrential downpour, so it was more like Bear Grylls episode for the suburbanites.
Before we departed, however, the hub mentioned something about "noise" and "hearing damage" so we stopped to get some kind of ear muffs for me and the kids. They looked completely bulky and really clashed with my Target attire, but I figured they could also serve as spider blockers in a pinch.
Of course, when we got to the airport the next day, it was right as some kind of freakish jet was hurling itself around above us,. Naturally, my instinct was to dive under the truck and start digging a hole. Instead, I plugged my ears. Which, HELLO TERRIBLE MOTHER! I was supposed to be saving the kids! But I couldn't do both, so I kind of went back and forth with a sort of panicky swiftness that really only ensured that we all suffered equally.
It was a pretty fun trip overall, but rather than drag you through the minutia of the day, I'll list off some of the highlights:
1. An AWESOME Rhode Island mullet complete with frosting (of the hair, not the cake fashion). But my hub was with me and would've kicked me in the shins if I took a picture.
2. The creepy Navy mom who literally took T9 from my husband's arms becasue he had the "cutest cankles." RESTRAINT. I employed my RESTRAINT. And probably chipped a tooth with my (teeth) clenching.
3. The holy-inappropriate(!) father at our hotel who was chasing around his teenaged daughter and her girlfriends, making them shriek with "OH! You SCARED me!" giggles that echoed with jail time and national headlines.
4. Plus One's behavior in the VIP tent (we're BIG and IMPORTANT, remember?) which earned me the scowls of retired Navy people and the small coronaries ("Billy Mays'"? "Michael Jackson's"?) of the photographers who thought it was safe to leave their million dollar equipment lying around.
5. The best picture ever:
In the words of a dear friend, this is so cute "I could just punch a kitten."
Oh, and here's the hub:
PS: Looks like I've been given an award (surprise, surprise, right?) by the gorgeous (she's a good writer, too) Girl Interrupted! Stay tuned for my acceptance speech tomorrow. You might want to bring your lunch.