Woe Is Meeeeeeeee!

I've waited a week to do this one so I could calm down a bit! To quote my neighbor, Karen, whom I admire greatly, "Laaaaaaaaafe's Goooooood!" But last week I wasn't sure if it would ever be good again: we got us a new tractor! Now, by "new" I mean never before used by anyone! Never driven by anyone except out of the shop! Doesn't happen often to my extremely frugal husband.

OK, so far, so good. Now, as background, please realize that I had just driven 250 miles from the daughter's house where I had been for a week (more about that another time). I was tired and a bit fussy at best. All I would like to do is grab a soft drink-preferably one with caffeine-and relax. However, it was not to be.

In bounces my Dearly Beloved all excited for him announcing, "The tractor is ready-really this time. We can go get it!" Please note the "we." Which meant, I found out, that I, Big Mama, was to go also and FOLLOW THAT BABY HOME, lights flashing and all! Talk about panic-stricken, that was me. So we get there and find out no one knows how to put the dang thing in gear so we wait while Charlie comes back from dinner to show us. But small thing, right?

Well, we got out to the BUSY highway-rush hour in Henderson isn't as bad as Chicago but pretty nerve-wracking for this old gal right now. For whatever reason, the Dad decided he had to keep to the highways instead of the back roads so there we were, driving 10 mph down highways 60, 41, and then 416. Oh, and I failed to mention that because, it turned out, the wheels weren't turned quite correctly, he couldn't keep the thing in between the highway lines and many times went over the double yellow lines which, even in Kentucky, mean "stay on your own side!" We were passed, even on those yellow lines, by every imaginable vehicle including 18 wheelers who were probably the most polite of the passers by.

Took over an hour to get home and, I am happy to say, I didn't soil myself in any way though we had just eaten at McDonald's and I was nauseated enough to! As we were driving home, I was ready to kill him but terrified he was going to kill himself before I had the chance. PRAY, I surely did!!! And, at least The Daughter will know how I prayed: Please keep him safe but if he is I will kill him--or hurt him severely!

When we got home-yes, we did make it home-he came over very sheepishly and said, "Well, I guess I owe you big time." Actually I restrained myself very much but did say several things I should have been ashamed of but wasn't and am still not! It was the most foolish, dangerous thing he has ever put us through and will never happen again!! I did say that! So he even volunteered that he wasn't going to garage sales Sat. and would work at home, which he did mostly. But he hasn't taken me to my favorite restaurant yet--but he will.

Oh yes, the tractor is nice and when they finish fixing it, will be really nice--when he can drive it, I mean. And, boy am I annoyed now: danged pictures again! This is the 3rd time I have tried to load the photo of him and his tractor. Am still trying. Maybe this time!