It was nearly ten o'clock when Sam said, "when do you need to go get Becky?" Drat. I forgot that the daughter was at a party and needed picked up at ten. I asked Sam if he'd go get her for me. He pulled the classic man-response and suddenly feigned deafness. I waited fifteen minutes, thinking that perhaps he'd just go anyway even without the courtesy of a response, but it didn't happen. And there was even a commercial break in there somewhere for him to have left the television.
I grabbed my purse and headed out to the car. It was dark so nobody would see my Snoopy pants.
I pulled up to her friend's house, and it was surrounded by cars. Crap. I was nearly 20 minutes late, why was everyone still here? I can't get out and go to the door with Snoopy pajama pants on. That would be ludicrous. And why was Becky not waiting for me?
Were they out back? Could I just drive around and hope that she saw me? No, wait, I see someone walking around in the house. Crap. They're inside. And I have to go ring the bell. In my Snoopy pajama pants.
Yeh, like that's happening. Apparently I DO have some pride. Who knew?
Oooh, genius plan. See if the friend's phone number is in my cell phone! If not, I'll call Sam and have him look it up for me. Yes! I'm so brilliant. And BINGO! The number is in my cell. Hit send and...
There is no cell phone service in downtown Ponyville. (Can someone alert the Verizon people about this please?)
Alrighty then, I have two options. 1. Get out in my Snoopy pajama pants and knock on the door. 2. Drive to the top of the hill above Ponyville and call, telling them to have Becky meet me out front in 30 seconds.
So I put the car in reverse and started easing out onto the road when I saw someone I know walking through the yard.
Hey! Hey, you! Yeh, you! Can you get Becky for me? (I actually used her real name, by the way. I'm not that crass.)
Thank goodness that crises was averted. And the moral of this story would be that husbands who turn a deaf ear should be punished. Severely.
15 comments:
Heh! I would have gotten out of the car.
I'm like you. I could not have gotten out of the car.
So do you have severe punishment in mind? Please share. Some of us could use some ideas from time to time.
I would may have gotten out of the car. My kids are just getting to the age where they are embarrassed by me so I'm not programed to think about it yet. I routinely go to the gas station in my jammies for milk and donuts. I think I just figured out why no one goes with me.
Sometimes I think Husbands should just be punished...period;P
Oh, and don't get me started on Verizon...
I had to blow that photo up. I thought maybe you were making snoopy pants for the husband to wear to work today:)
I'd have gotten out of the car, I'm overly comfortable with myself that way...My husband has been mortified many a time by me showing up places in Milkbone (or other cute print) PJs and electric green crocs.
I don't think the snoopy pj pants sound that bad! It's the pairing them with the lime green t-shirt that put you over the edge in my book. And I'm often over that edge with you!
I'll bet Becky was REALLY glad you didn't come to the door!
Funny... my teenager doesn't mind the jammie pants as much as he seems to mind the funky printed toe socks and flip flops... :)
Oh you are a GREAT Mom!!
I'll loan you my Jack Skellington pjs, they're acceptable to go public in ;-)
I am BEYOND impressed with the self restraint - both in not getting out of the car and in not maiming your husband! And YEAH for a productive day!
I think I would have pranced to the door proudly in my Snoopies. But then, I do enjoy embarrassing kids... :) :)
First things first, is that a picture of the punishment you have in mind?
Secondly, my wife NEVER, NEVER EVER, lets me play deaf. So you are just too cool for school.
Thirdly, Snoopy jammy pants are all the rage, I think I'll get a pair and pick up my son from Homecoming in them. :)
Oooo, I dunno. Twenty minutes late and not looking for me? I might have gotten out of the car. Then again, I've got ten years to figure that one out ;)
as someone who regularly embarrasses her children (documented!), i am a weeeeee bit disappointed that you took the easy way out this time ;-)
Post a Comment