Hell Of A Day
Well its been nuts over here the last few days. My MOTHER-IN-LAW and I have been planning to surprise my wife for the last month or so for her Recital. My wife is a cheer coach and dance instructor, so this past weekend her students were having a performance in the Performing Arts Center in Charlottesville, Virginia so her mom had planned to come and surprise her all the way from Wisconsin. Of course I was in on it and had to arrange picking up my In-law from the airport and still get my wife to her destination on time since we only have one car. That day alone was crazy, to top it off my wife changed her schedule on me at the last minute after I told my Mother-In-Law that she didn't need to rent a car I could pick her up no problem - yeah right! Well I somehow managed to get my nephew to pick up my wife and I was off to the airport, an hour and a half just for that. On my way there I took the wrong exit, so at that point I should have known I was off to a rocky start. Why I didn't run and hide under my bed that point I don't know. Once I made it to the airport and took about 3 rounds around the terminals waiting, wife's mother had finally arrived. She got in the car and off we were, I figured I was in the clear at that point as long as I took the right exit we'd get their no problem. Well suffice it to say, I didn't take the right exit, not only did I not take the right exit but I turned a 1 and a half hour drive into a 3-hour drive. We made it home with about 45 minutes to shower, get changed and get to the performing arts center, which was a 30-minute drive, and get this we stopped for flowers. - sigh - They are nice, they'll die soon but my wife liked them. Well all in all AMAZINGLY ENOUGH we actually made it on time and with time to spare. How the hell we did it, I'll never know, but after that the evening went rather well. My mother-in-law actually heads home this morning, and Shannon not me is driving her to the airport. So it should all go off without a hitch. Moral of this story, don't let me drive to the airport - I have a horrible sense of direction.
Note: I drive campers to and from the airport on a pretty regular basis in the summer. :-)
Cris
Note: I drive campers to and from the airport on a pretty regular basis in the summer. :-)
Cris

