Let's pretend I posted this a month ago

(because that's when I actually started writing this)

Picture from last September- canyoneering in Zion's

Do you ever feel like your going crazy? 

Not party-like-it's-1999 crazy or ... wearing-socks-with-sandles crazy.

but, like backwards-speaking, head-spinning, projectile-vomiting crazy.

Maybe I'm possessed. Maybe I've had one too many candy cane chocolate coated almonds. Or maybe, it's the fact that my van broke down and I will be van-less for the next week. Which means going anywhere as a family of 6 will be impossible. So in order to resolve this little problem we will vote off one member of our family for the week. Imagine something similar to survivor, except you don't get voted off the island... just the car. I'm hoping it will give the kids incentive to be especially good this week. 

Fast forward 6 days. The van is fixed and I go to pick it up. The mechanic looks at me and says, "I'm amazed this van didn't blow up on you.". I thought he was kidding. He wasn't. 

This was my loving text to Nate: 

Just picked up the car from the mechanic. He told me that we were lucky the car didn't blow us up. That's comforting. 

2 minutes later I sent another text: 

Dear Ginnie, I love you, but not enough to buy you a new van- one that won't blow up while you and the kids are driving in it. Sincerely, Nate 

5 minutes later this was Nate's reply:  

Dear Nate, Thanks so much for all you do for me and our family. I know you are working hard for us and it's okay, I can be patient and keep driving this old van until we can buy another one. I love you so much! 

Ginnie 

1 minute later from me: 

Wow, I'm incredibly sweet! 

Another minute later from Nate: 

I know. That's why I married you. 

There are two things I'm am sure of, 

1. Married life would be better if we just did the talking for our spouses.

2. Three things could possibly survive an atomic bomb: cockroaches, a McDonald's cheeseburger, and my minivan.

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