The Traveling Wife
I spend a lot of time in our truck. I think it’s quite
possible that I’ve put more miles on it than Adam has. I don’t know if I should
be ashamed of that or proud? But if I had it my way, I’d ride shotgun to every
stadium that baseball chooses to take us to. Unfortunately, that’s not an
option, as Adam is required to ride the bus with his team. That, I do
understand. And I don’t have any complaints with it. Ever. Except when I run into things like this. I can handle the driving,
I can handle the miles, but I cannot handle some gas station pumps. Haha! Our truck
has a THIRTY-SIX gallon tank. Ok, that’s really big. And I never realized how
large our gas tank really was until I
had to manually hold the gas pump the entire
time it took to fill it up. Hand cramp? Uhm, YES! Oh my gosh! Shell, why withhold
the little holder thingy on the pump? And now that I think about it…holy
cow….what did they do before the invention of those little holder thingys? Hahaha ;)
On my way back to Jupiter from Tampa, I saw off in the distance,
a HUGE yellow and blue store. That could only mean one thing: IKEA. Wahoo!!
Before today, I’d never been inside one. And I’m happy to say that I’m no
longer deprived! Although, Adam still is. Booo. But what a neat concept for a
store! In two hours, I browsed the monstrosity of a complex, finding a few
little things for our apartment. I took way too many pictures of future ideas
and beautiful rooms that I wouldn’t mind sleeping in. I seriously could’ve
spent 4 more hours in there…no problem. Maybe next time, when Adam comes with
me!!! If you’ve never been to an IKEA before, I’d strongly suggest you go and
see for yourself. It’s so neat!
We’re finally back home now, loving the comfort of our
apartment, and excited for ELEVEN straight days of baseball in Jupiter! Yay!!
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