Well, something is working because we had a great weekend! I woke up Saturday morning, got dressed, hair and makeup, and cooked breakfast. While I was cleaning up from breakfast, Rob skyped his mom (like a usual Saturday). During the conversation, he brought up how much Ronnie likes cars and somehow that turned into “we should go go-karting”. The next thing I knew, we were on our way to Louisville (because there’s nothing fun like that around here). There was one little snag at this point. We had almost arrived at the place but needed to make a u-turn to get there. The light was taking forever to turn green for us. Rob got a little impatient and started trying to get back over into the straight lane to make a u-turn further down. I thought that if we waited a little bit longer, the light would turn, and unlike a good 50s housewife, I said “don’t do it – just wait!” That made matters worse and he stepped on the gas to get over and didn’t let off of it. It scared the hell out of me. I hate when he does that and the car makes that nascar noise. That’s when he proceeded to throw his hands up in the air and scream at me. I told him to pull the car over and I took over driving. I don’t think that would have happened in the 50s. The wife would have just shut up and let him do what he thought was best. But, that was all instinct. When we finally got to the place, we realized we still had 30 minutes before it opened, so we opted to go get some lunch. Ronnie decided that Woody needed a sip of his lemonade:
Finally, to the go-karts:
Ronnie had a blast and I was so proud of Rob for coming up with a fun activity for us to do. We hit the arcade before we left and then got back on the road towards home. On the way back, Rob and I had a great conversation about anything and everything. Usually, we would just spend the whole time pissing each other off back and forth. But this time, it was different. It seems as though while I’m trying to be nicer, calmer, and more understanding towards him, he’s actually reciprocating the same things.
Sunday was the 4th of July and, since the barbecue became popular in the 50s, I felt like we had to do one. Unfortunately, our family lives 9 hours away and my friends happen to be married to my husband’s superiors, so it would have been inappropriate to invite them over. So, it was just us. That’s okay though, I did it up anyway.
The first thing we had to do was clean the backyard (if you can call it that). I figured this could be my cleaning task for the day.
We ended up getting rid of a lot of that junk – old flower pots with dead tomatoes in them, old toys that Ronnie’s too old for, and some painting supplies from a recent DIY scheme. In the midst of it all, we found dozens of grass spiders, which are fairly large and scary. Not exactly poisonous, but I still don’t like spiders. We ended up spraying the outside of our apartment with some bug guard stuff, which made more spiders come out, which we quickly squished with the broom.