Trip to Town

I realize I may be blogging too much today, but that will make up for...well, nothing. I always blog too much.

Husband has an arch nemesis. It's the ATM in the parking lot of the old Wal-Mart in town. No matter what he does, he cannot make this ATM take our bank card. He will try to feed it in 5 or 6 times in a row with no results. It simply won't go in. He finally gives up, hands me the card and I slide it right in...first try every time. Usually this involves me leaning across him in the van to get out the window. Today there was a car in front of us using the bank drive through on the other side of the ATM. Husband took the bank card, got out of the van, & attempted to face his nemesis...to no avail. After watching him try 4 or 5 times, I got out of the van & made the withdrawal. As I got back in, he looked at me and said, "Do not laugh. Do not smile." That's when I told him he was the only person I know whose arch enemy is an ATM. I'm sure that thing knows when he's coming.

We left the ATM, ran through McDonald's drive-thru, and headed to the car wash to remove the salt coating our van was sporting from the interstate drive to have my ultrasound Thursday. When we got to the car wash, there was a line about 5 cars deep to get into the auto wash bay. As it's the only one in town our van fits in, we could either wait (not a big 'to-do' on Husband's list), or go into the "hand" wash bay. Husband chose the latter. I said I thought he was crazy as it was only 20 degrees outside (according to the bank sign). Have I mentioned that Husband does not wear a coat when we go to town? Unless the temp. is below zero...and then it rests on the bench between the boys' car seats. No gloves or hat either.

We pull into the hand wash bay and he announces to the kids that Mommy is going to get out and wash the van. To which I replied, "Yeah, right." After the pre-soak, we could see his nose, ears, and fingers turning red while he tried to wash the van with one hand tucked inside his pocket. I said, "Poor Daddy! He's getting very cold." From the back seat comes, "Yeah, and it's all your fault! You made him get out and wash the van. Next time you do it, Mom!" I attempted to explain that my choice would have been to wait until we could get in the car wash where everyone could stay in the van and keep warm.

As we were heading out of town (Husband now nursing his frozen fingers) she chimes in, "Next time, Mommy drives. Then Daddy can sit in the van and keep warm." I said that just because I was driving, it didn't mean I was getting out to wash the car in below freezing temps. "Mommy, if you drive, you can decide to wait for the other car wash and make him stay in the van where it's warm." She still has a thing or two to learn about men.