Lunch Break Adventure

 

I ventured to the HD on my lunch break today to pick up a few things we need for the {new} house. I drove Bert’s truck today for this very reason. I needed 6 sheets of wainscoting/bead board for a bedroom we are trying to finish up. The wainscoting comes in 8’x 4’ sheets, so in other words – really effin’ big. I was assured 3 times that they would fit in the back of Hubs truck. I gather all the other items I need and 2 very nice gentlemen help me load the truck.

I was assured 5 times that I could make it to my destination less than 5 miles from the HD. So I head out on my merry way driving about 7 mph. I’m trucking along when a truck full of redneck guys pulls up beside me and so kindly lets me know that I lost a piece. Just flippin’ fabulous! I decided to just screw it and try to make it home. I then lose another piece! WTF?!! Now I’m pissed. This shit was $20 for one piece. I now have $40 laying in the road. Cue dramatic melt down and desperate call to Daddy for help!

Richard (a.k.a Daddy) tells me to get it out of the road so no one runs over it. Good thinking! Sike. The shit’s 8 feet long and 4 feet wide. *Picture this* I’m in my cute little tri-colored summer dress, and thank-god, flats, running across 6 lanes of traffic dragging this god forsaken piece of wood out of the road. Do you think any rednecks gentlemen stopped to help the damsel in distress?? Well hell no! Luckily Richard pulled up and saved the day. We collected BOTH pieces and found a strap and tied them down. We drove 6 mph and made it home safely!

I snapped this picture with my blackberry on the way home!

Now if you know me in real life you will know that dramatic meltdown = crying and calling my mom/dad or both. I never call the Hubs because he is always asleep. This is also the reason I have to do everything alone!

And by the way, I did not get all the wainscoting I needed because the didn’t “feel like getting more down.” So I have to go back later and try this again.

I have another stressful story to share and I will work on it later! Happy Friday!!

FYI: the 6 lanes of traffic was by no means an interstate, just a high traffic road in town – 15th street for the locals – and my father wasn’t jeopardizing my life! It was still way dramatic and unnecessary!