Delays

We were supposed to drive home Sunday.

Saturday afternoon it was discovered that something was wrong with our car, something we'd been trying to fix all week without any luck. Something serious.

Something with the timing belt. Slippage? Slippage of the timing belt? That's all I got. It doesn't sound that dire, but apparently it is! Enough that it had to be fixed before leaving, and that couldn't happen until Monday morning.

I wasn't that upset.

Monday morning rolled around and I was busily packing, preparing for our noon departure when the car was promised to be done. Caleb casually mentioned that he discovered we had a free one-way ticket via Southwest, and would I like to fly home with Wy instead of driving 13 hours?

Would I?!

We booked it for Tuesday so that he could be there to pick me up.

I wasn't that upset.

Noon rolls around, and the car isn't done. 1 pm...2:30...3...4...

We didn't get it until 4:30, and Caleb wisely decided driving home was ridiculous that late. My flight was bumped another day, putting me back home this afternoon around 2 pm, an entire 2.5 weeks from when we left.

I think Wy and I both had forgotten about "home".

Besides coming home to a fairly clean and un-Christmasy house thanks to Caleb, I also came home to the most bare fridge I have ever seen. And I had to take a picture and post it, so I could show my family was "nothing to eat" really means.

Some pudding cups, nuts, a few old apples, and the largest summer sausage (thanks to Abby!) the world has ever seen.

That summer sausage was Caleb's breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a day. I suppose he does need a wife...

Posts to come, many many Christmas posts. For now, my not-a-couch Tempur Pedic is calling my name, and I intend to obey.

Comments

[Abby]

Whoa. That fridge situation looks dire.

[Liv]

Good golly! Men sure do need help with the whole food thing. I've decided I need a wife too because I'm tired of making meals. I might find myself resorting to sausage for breakfast lunch and dinner soon too.