Just Another Saturday... or Not

Saturday started like most other Saturdays... I slept in as long as Snuggles would let me, which was about 9:15 a.m. I woke up to discover Guitarman had gone to the office to work on his day off.  (Don't get me started.)  So I got Snuggles up and fed him.  We decided we didn't feel like getting dressed quite yet, so Snuggles and I enjoyed hangin' out in our pj's.

Guitarman came home around noon, and we decided to head to "Five Guys Burgers and Fries" for lunch on our way to run some errands.  We needed to go to the mall to exchange some clothes for Snuggles, and I desperately needed a pedicure.  Seriously.  Dave Ramsey would have taken one look at my nasty feet and deemed the pedicure a "necessity".

We put Snuggles in his car seat, and loaded up the truck.  I fed Snuggles the rest of his bottle on the way just to save some time.  We made it about 10 minutes from our house when Snuggles had a coughing fit.

[Side note: Snuggles was very sick last week with a double ear infection and upper respiratory infection. He was so sick that we had to take him to the E.R. because he was having difficulty breathing.  I was too busy dealing with his illness to blog about it. Maybe later...]

Anyway, back to the story.

As Snuggles succumbed to the coughing fit, it triggered his gag reflex, and Snuggles vomited....  We're talking major fountain of formula.  I yelled for Guitarman to pull over by the side of the road.  This was not one of those messes you can clean up with a few swipes of a baby wipe.  This was a full blown Hazmat situation.

Guitarman pulled onto the side road, turned on the hazard lights (very fitting!), and we proceeded to clean up our first vomit-in-the-car disaster.  I peeled off Snuggles' clothes (thank goodness I packed an extra outfit before we left the house) while Guitarman used every available napkin and wipe to clean up the vomit. Dis-gus-ting!

After a lot of.... errrr....exclamations, we got back on the road.  When we got to "Five Guys," I unloaded Snuggles from the truck.  Somehow during that process, a full jar of baby food slipped out of the diaper bag... *smash*...shattering on the pavement beside the truck.

At that point, any normal person probably would have given up hope of having an enjoyable day.  I'll admit, part of me wanted to get back in the truck and go home while we were all intact... But the wonderful, greasy-good smell wafting across the parking lot was enough to coax us into "Five Guys".  I unwrapped the shiny package that held my juicy-carnivorous-piece-of-burger-art, only to discover they had put mayonnaise on it!  Of all the things to put on my burger... I would have let any other condiment go, but I just can't stomach mayo on a burger.  So I took it back, and they made me a new juicy-carnivorous-piece-of-burger art... burger, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickle, ketchup and mustard. No mayo.

Having had our fill of artery-clogging yumminess, we left "Five Guys" and headed for the salon where I get my feet doctored.  On the way there, Guitarman and I joked about our "uneventful" day.

Guitarman and Snuggles window-shopped at a nearby department store while I enjoyed some much-needed pampering at the salon. (I'm pretty sure heaven will be an endless line of massaging chairs with tiny women giving foot rubs. Maybe in heaven I'll be able to understand what they're saying.)

As Guitarman loaded Snuggles into the truck, I turned to fold up the stroller... *Smack*  The stroller tipped over backwards right in front of an unsuspecting passerby.  I apologized profusely, and the nice lady helped me right the stroller.  I realized when I pulled Snuggles out of the stroller, the weight of my purse and the diaper bag hanging from the handle caused it to tip over. I made a mental note not to do that again.

By now, Snuggles was way past time for his afternoon nap.  He fell asleep in the car seat as we headed for the mall.  We managed to get Snuggles loaded into the stroller without waking him, and we headed into the mall.  The Children's Place exchanged Snuggles' clothes for a size smaller, and we even got a $10 credit! Things were looking up.

We have a tradition that whenever we go to the mall (which is rare), we always stop by Orange Julius so I can get a pina colada-flavored smoothie.  It's my all-time favorite liquid treat.  So off we went to Orange Julius, happy that we had the $10 refund from Children's Place to spend at Orange Julius.  We happily sipped on our drinks as we headed back to the truck.  Guitarman drank his quickly, but I savored my smoothie, planning to enjoy the tropical goodness all the way home.

When we got back to the parking lot, Guitarman sent me to throw away the empty Five Guys cups so we had space for the Orange Julius cups.  I walked across the parking lot, tossed the empty cups into the trash can, and turned around....

Just in time to see Guitarman stomping around, shaking his head and fussing.  Although I was too far away to hear him, I knew right away what had happened.  Guitarman picked up Snuggles out of the stroller, and it tipped over like it had earlier, spilling my pina colada smoothie all over the asphalt.

"Nooooo!" (Think horror movie scream.)

I rushed to the truck, and found my suspicion was correct: An overturned stroller, a pina colada puddle and a very frustrated husband.

We both fussed and fumed for a minute, and then the hilarity of it all hit me... I started laughing.  Guitarman wasn't amused.  As we pulled out of the parking lot, he said, "I'm going back in to get another pina colada."  I said, "No! You don't need to do that. Let's just go!"  But Guitarman insisted.

I stayed in the car with Snuggles while my wonderful husband went back into the mall to get me another smoothie.  When he returned, I saw the frustration on his face as he handed me the fresh pina colada.  I was still giggling from the back seat, as the following conversation ensued.

          Me:  (*Slurp*) Ha ha ha!  We're a mess! 

          Guitarman: (No response.)

          Me: Ha ha ha! *Slurp*  Ha ha ha!

          Guitarman: (Trying not to smile... but relenting with a smurk.)

          Me:  This day is definitely blog-worthy.  *Slurp*

          Guitarman:  (Sarcastically)  Don't write the blog yet.... The day isn't over.

Then we both dissolved into laughter.