D3 - Driving Day

I know that the calendar says that today (or maybe yesterday since it is just after midnight) is Saturday. But, let me tell you, it has indeed been Drivingday.

I had plans made in my own mind when I went to bed last night that I would get up early this morning and see if we could go do some shopping. It was the first Saturday in a while that we didn't have other things to do. And I needed to get craft supplies for a couple of projects, the back to school supplies for my adopted child, and I wanted to check out some jackets for myself. If we did this shopping in the morning, then Don could have the whole afternoon for manly pursuits (like watching golf) while I worked on crafts.

Surprise! Surprise! Don thought we should drive to Muncie and see Mother and Dave, just to see if they were okay. Mother has had a hard week, with some physical problems, but We have visited every day, and she was back to her old normal self yesterday. And recently Don had expressed the opinion that he didn't think we needed to go every other day as we had been doing. But, oh well, if he thinks we should, then we would go.

Well, we weren't in Muncie long until I discovered the real reason for driving to Muncie. You know how men are. Don has been bitten by the buying a new car bug. So we spent all the rest of the day driving to car dealers, talking to car dealers, and looking at cars! I love the car we have, but it is out of warranty, and is getting a few miles on it. But we spent my supposed shopping and craft day, driving and driving, talking and talking, looking and looking. Finally, in the afternoon, when Don was getting good and ready for a nap, he announced that he thought we should put this decision on hold....wait until next week to shop again.

Grrrrrr! Is it only because I am such a saint that I haven't even contemplated causing him bodily harm? He did allow me a few minutes on the way home to run into to JoAnn Fabrics, and then complained because it took me sooo long. Like I
said, "Grrrrrrrr."

Even this evening when we drove to Middletown to see if Greg had opened his new restaurant (he had, and we ate there), we had to drive all around MrCrocklin Ford. Then instead of returning home by 236, Don detoured over to highway 67. I should have known. We came right out at Pierce Chevrolet. The only thing that saved me was that Pierce's lot was cleared of cars, and they were hosting a political hog roast. We made a quick U turn and got out of there.

We headed to Anderson with all intentions of going to the casino, and we did end up there for about an hour. But first we had to thoroughly peruse Ed Martin's many car lots.

Well, I am headed to bed now with visions of Toyotas, Nissans, Impalas, and Malibus dancing in my head. Which brings up the recurring question: Why are cars painted only masculine colors? I want a pretty car! I want a baby blue, or aqua, or pearly green one.

TOMORROW I WILL SHOP! CAR DEALERS ARE CLOSED ON SUNDAY!