I woke up this morning realizing that I should enjoy the weekend before my
week of party planning craziness begins. Hubby thought otherwise.
h: I've been thinking we should get a new car.
pg: ok.
h: Maybe a faster, funnier car.
pg: This isn't because of the Carmen Gia we saw, is it?
h: a little (blushing)
pg: ok.
5 hours later, I'm near tears as hubby decides that a Honda S2000 should be
the next car.
Because he worked from home last week, I couldn't do anything for the party
so it's been all pushed to this coming week. Now how the heck am I
supposed to get the grill, propane tank, food, serving buckets and coolers,
presents, tchotckes and what not to the party? So during his test drive, I
called mom and told her emergency plans must be made. I might need to
borrow her suv to transport stuff.
Hubby comes back and I tell him that as a primary car, it seems impractical.
3 hours later we're arguing about the car. I'm near tears. I can't
tell him not to get it and why and yet he's begging me for an enthusiastic
approval of his choice of car.
Long story short, I wound up sobbing about how he had primed me for a more
family friendly car and then threw me a curve ball.
Now I realize that any rest I hoped to receive during this Labor Day weekend
before party planning will be completely lost. My hubby is in new toy mode
which means I must go and buy some Tums.
