In case you all don't know, yesterday Robby and I decided we would take a trip on the spur of the moment to see my cousin, Michele. I had a wonderful time and miss her so much. It was really good to get away. However, as with any trip, it was not without incident.
First, Robby wouldn't listen when I told him that he needed to get gas before we left. He waited until we got to Wentzville, where he realized that he had to prepay. This set him off and caused him to not be able to find Starbucks.
Once we got to Fenton, I got my morning coffee at Starbucks and a pound of Christmas Blend, which by the way is AMAZING this year. He paid because I had to wait so long and I kept unusually quiet the whole time. He thought I was mad. This of course was the plan all along.
We made it to Cape Gireardeu and I had wonderful day. We went shopping, I got to spend time with Michele and Julie. Everything was going good. We had dropped Robby off at the Casino at 8 a.m. so he wouldn't be in the way.
7 hours later, I had to go into the casino to find him. He had lost his ass, according to him. I never knew he had one. I put a 5 dollar bill in a machine and won 50. Cha Ching. We left and went to dinner at Lambert's Cafe in Sikeston. I had food thrown at me and I don't catch things well. Robby had to do the catching but that is typical in our relationship.
On the way home I decided that I wanted to sleep. Robby told me that I needed to keep him awake. I gave him a choice, sleep or sing. He turned the radio off. Just about the time I dozed off, I hear him say "FUCK" I jump and then I smell it. He hit a skunk.
I didn't say aything at this point, I pulled my shirt over my nose, turned the radio on and started singing the Grease soundtrack while looking at him like Bazooka Joe. He got the point.
We made it home around Midnight and he flopped down on the couch and looked at me and said the following...
"At least you had a good day."
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
