Guess what happened at my son's baseball game? No, I didn't get a broken nose from a foul ball. No, I didn't trip and fall down the bleachers. (Although both are ridiculously possible for me.)
The worst thing would be if I forgot to bring the Dibs ice cream treats to snack on. But don't worry. You can breathe a huge sigh of relief - I didn’t forget!
But they were part of the problem. See, here’s what happened. We arrived at my son’s makeup game.
He got out. We got hungry.
My daughter turned around right there on the sidewalk and said she’d snag some snacks. Yes!
Another son was in the car snoozing (he’d worked hard all day, but he wanted to drive us and log some time on his driver's permit.) I gave him the key in case he got hot, but I kept the unlocker-thing-a-ma-jigger so if he accidently locked the keys in the car we’d have a way in.
Okay, so the game started after a looooong delay, and they’d been playing for 38 minutes. I kept looking back towards the parking lot trying to see my kids. I couldn’t imagine what was taking so long. Yes, I could—I imagined them in the hospital since they must’ve been in some kind of wreck. I was a wreck!
Finally, they came walking up and before I could ask what on earth happened to them, they told me they tried to unlock the car door, but the key wouldn’t unlock it. The key works in the ignition, but not in the door lock. I'm serious. Totally, serious! (Believe me—afterwards, I tried it, my husband tried it, we all tried it.) They had to walk all the way back to the game.
So we knoshed on our Dibs—acquired at a great price—and a bag of salty-crunchy-munchy-stuff. When the game ended, we took off walking all the way from the fairgrounds to the downtown grocery store in the dark. A loooooooooong way!
I'm a crazy photographer-type person, so I snapped some photos along the way.
A travelogue of our
JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE TOWN.
Ready, Roll 'em—
LOOKING BACK FROM WHENCE WE CAME.
( PSYCHED WE LEFT THAT SKUNK SMELL WAY BEHIND. NO JOKE!)
AND FORWARD TO OUR BRIGHT FUTURE.
A SNACK! BUT ALAS, THAT LADY'S NOT GOING TO SASHAY OUT WITH TRAYS OF GOODIES FOR ME. I JUST KNOW IT. I HAVE A GOOD SENSE ABOUT THESE THINGS.
A GYM YOU SAY? I'M GETTING ENOUGH EXERCISE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
AH, ARTWORK. I THINK I'LL SIT A SPELL AND ENJOY THE MUSEUM ON THE SIDE OF THE BUILDING.
HEY KIDS, WAIT UP!
THAT WOULD BE ME.
SEE, I'M NOT A'KIDDIN. I REALLY WAS THERE.
NOW YOU KNOW A FAMOUS PERSON.
WHAT THE HEY! ANOTHER EXERCISE JOINT? FUHGETABOUTIT!
YOU WANT ME TO TURN IN FOR THE NIGHT? GIVE UP? NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN.
ARGH, NOW I'M STARVING, AND I DON'T THINK ANYONE'S WAITING PAST CLOSING TIME FOR POOR, CAR-LESS VOYAGERS PASSING BY IN NEED OF SUSTENANCE.
OF COURSE, I LOST MY CHARGER AND MY CELL PHONE IS DEAD, DEAD, DEAD.
HEY! THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY!
CLINK IN A FEW COINS AND ET PHONE HOME. ON SECOND THOUGHT, I THINK I'LL PASS—DON'T WANT TO BE CONTACTING ANY ALIENS JUST NOW.
NOPE, DON'T NEED A PRESCRIPTION. NOT THAT BAD OFF. TURN OFF YOUR LIGHT, NO ONE ELSE IS CRAZY ENOUGH TO BE OUT HERE.
GREAT IDEA—SKIP THE COUNTRY! I ALWAYS WANTED TO TRAVEL THE WORLD.
BOY, THESE FLASHING SIGNS ARE GOOD AT SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES.
OH FINE, TAUNT ME, WHY DON'T YOU, WITH THAT HUGE, GLOWING KEY.
A GROCERY STORE BY ANY OTHER NAME IS NOT THE SAME. WE NEED KENT'S—WHERE MY TRUSTY STEED IS TIED UP.
YEAH, THIS IS SUMMER FUN AT ITS BEST!
KENT'S! I LOVE YOU—LET ME COUNT THE WAYS!
NOTE TO SELF: AHUM, THAT'S A LITTLE . . . EXTREME. TONE IT DOWN WILL YOU?
OH, DEAR CAR, PARTING WAS SUCH SWEET SORROW. BUT WE'RE REUNITED, AND IT FEELS SO GOOD.
AND A BIG THANKS TO THE MAN IN THE MOON FOR MAKING THIS ALL POSSIBLE BY PROVIDING