Okay okay - - I know it's almost a week later, but humor me - - it's been a rough week!
But we had some funny things happen on our day trip to Southern Illinois last Saturday . . .
We got up at what my friend Connie would call the "butt-crack of dawn" (rather appropriate, considering what happened during the trip - - but I digress . . . )
Drove to Pana, stopped at a restaurant for breakfast. The Coach had the football team in there for breakfast - - lots of "jocks", proudly wearing their varsity hats, varsity jackets, acting all "macho" and stuff - -
Until one of them walked in - -
wearing shorts - -
and cowboy boots.
I am not kidding.
Hubby Steve gave me this smirk and said, "Makes you proud to be from here, don't it?"
If I wasn't still half asleep, I would have smacked him.
Okay - - head on out of town and down south. We are heading for the Steelville/Murpheysboro area. Hubby Steve is buying a new barrel for his Benelli hunting rifle, and we are to meet him around 10:30. About 20 minutes outside Steelville, Steve calls the guy, who tells us his farm is "way out" in the sticks, so it would be easier for us to meet him at his wife's business in town; a place called "Pooches" . . . o - kayyyyyy, "Pooches" it is.
We get to town and find Pooches, which (appropriately) is a dog grooming business. Hubby walks in first, with me following behind him. The man he is to meet is sitting in the back of the shop. His wife comes up, says "Good Morning!" (all cheery-like - - how DO morning people stand themselves????)
Steve says, "I'm supposed to meet Mr. Hicks."
She says, "Oh, I thought you had a dog with you."
To which I say (with a litttle wave from behind Steve's back) - - "No, I'm his wife."
She TOTALLY missed it.
That is, until her husband said, "Are you insulting people's wives again, hon?"
THEN she got it.
And exited to the back room and shut the door.
And didn't come out again until we were leaving.
Now THAT was funny! :-)
The last thing to happen was when we stopped at a Rural King store. Hubby was off looking at whatever he looks out, and I was happy as a lark in the clothing section, checking out these CUTE little sweatshirts with the CUTEST little kittens on them (and they were on SALE, too!) - - minding my own business - - when Hubby comes and drags me out of the clothing section because there is "something" he must share with me . . . he has seen a guy displaying "butt crack."
So what? It's not like I haven't seen it before. He assures me I have NEVER seen ANYTHING quite like this.
*SIGH* Oooo - - kayyyyyy
So off we go - - and he points out the guy - -
And then has to literally help me pick my jaw up from the floor.
The man is bent over the shopping cart - - and I swear - - I SWEAR - -
he had butt crack all the way up to his shoulder blades.
It was AWFUL!!!!
It was like - - here's his belt - - and here's his waist - - but it just kept going and going and going - - all the way up to his shoulder blades.
He took me away from the cute little kittens on the cute little sweatshirts (that were ON SALE) for THAT????
He said he could not have lived with himself if he had not shared something that special with his wife, the love of his life, his life partner . . . yada yada yada . . . . .
How do I put up with him? *sigh*
Oh well - - I'm not bored!