Bless Your Heart

my husband breaks things

we’re heading out tonight to woodbridge, virginia so we can shop at IKEA tomorrow. so last night my dear sweet husband takes the back seats out of my car to make room for all our loot. (don’t worry, they’re supposed to come out- it’s a rav 4, a new one too. year 2002. why do i have such bad luck with cars??) somehow while he’s carrying the seats into the house he breaks one. how you ask? i do not know. all i know is that the metal track set up on the bottom of the one seat now looks waaaay different than the other seat and it won’t go back into the car. here’s where jon and i can be as different as night and day. i’m thinking no problem. i’ll take it to the toyota dealership smile really nice to the little toyota man and he’ll fix it for a small fee or maybe even nothing at all. this is how jon reacts: “maybe we should cancel the trip. this is going to cost a fortune. expletive expletive. all the expletives @#*%&”. later i hear banging and find my boy whaling away at it with a hammer before he takes the pliers to it. i beg him to stop because if he smashes it to smithereens i’m sure the nice little toyota man will notice and now they won’t cover it under the warranty. you’d think by jon’s reaction that this one little thing will send us into financial ruin and now we can never go on vacation or have kids. well i’m here to tell ya we’ll be spending more $$ we don’t have 1st thing in the morning at IKEA baby!! i think i’ll drive tonight, no need for road rage from the husband. =)