Have you ever had one of those “I do not want to call my husband and tell him this” moments? Today was my day!
It all started out so well. I remember starting my day with a prayer for a good day. It’s February and 65 degrees in Kansas. (that just doesn’t happen often!) Good Day! I decided to do something that I rarely do (note, rarely is an important word here). I would take my husbands pickup to the car wash. Insert heart emojis here❤️. The man loves a clean pickup.
The idea was so foreign to me that I even called him, to excitedly tell him my plan. “Honey, the sign says no long beds or duallys. Is this a long bed?” He laughed and mentioned “why don’t you pull that drivers side mirror in”. (Did I mention he has a big truck?)
I follow the rules, pull the drivers side mirror in and inch my way in to the automatic car wash. I was pretty amazed with it, the water pressure was like no other…This truck was going to be clean. Until…you’ve got to think old school car wash, with those little spinny things that squeeze around your vehicle and shoot jets of water. “Was that a bump I heard?” The spinny thing has just touched my passenger mirror! Oops! Water spraying everywhere…I can’t roll my window down, what do I do?! I watched it circle again…bump. Dang, can we just get this over with! Next thing I know the spinny thing has smashed into my mirror, is stuck there and water is spraying everywhere. I can’t even give you words for how traumatic this was and all that entailed after. Suffice it to say, I got very wet, my mirror was shattered and the machine was stuck in my mirror! Add to that the voice in my head saying, “my husband is going to kill me!”
While waiting for the ‘car wash repairman’ to rescue me, a sweet old couple pulled up behind me to wash their vehicle. Of course, I had to explain to them it might be awhile as the machine was Stuck In My Mirror. Did they leave, No! They sat there like it was entertaining:). So I asked them, “please say a prayer that the repairman is nice”. Up drives the repairman, with quite a bit of pushing and pulling he sets me free. Very nice man…I know our prayers were answered. Very smashed mirror. (I can hear my husbands voice from somewhere in our past telling me that “those are $250 mirrors”). “I don’t want to make this call. I really do not want to make this call.”
I stopped and prayed again. “Oh Lord, please let this go smoothly. I could be in big trouble here.”
It went something like this. “Honey, are you in a good mood?” “Why?” “Can’t I ask if you’re in a good mood?” Pause. “What did you do to my pickup?” Of course, it took a few minutes to describe the saga, I was sweating bullets and he says, “don’t worry about it”. He says…Don’t Worry About It!! When we hung up, he was laughing.
You know what saved me? The fact that he didn’t tell my to pull the passenger side mirror in…and Jesus!
It’s still going to be a good day!