john came in a couple of nights ago from work and with his sheepish grin proceeded to tell me he was going on a motorcycle trip saturday (today). i vaguely remember him saying that a group of guys from work were going to travel to somewhere in missouri. i was more concerned about pointing out the fact that he hadn't gone to the riding classes he promised me he would attend before taking any trips on his harley.
"i'm really good at it, dani," he assured me. "i am always really, really careful."
anyway, last night i asked him what time he would be leaving this morning and
would be returning this evening. he said they were meeting at 8am and should return before dark. so, a little before 8 this morning, john gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispered an "i love you", and said he was leaving. i remember telling him back that i loved him too (and, i do!!!) and to be careful; then i drifted off to sleep.
i got up this morning and did around the house. at about noon, katherine's phone rang. she talked for a few minutes and then told me that her dad had just called to say that he'd gotten there safely... THERE??? where was there???
"where did he say he was?" i asked her. i didn't know he had a destination, as i just thought they were riding???...
"i don't know," she replied, "i think he said somewhere in missouri."
so, i grabbed my cell and called him.
"hello?" he said.
"hey, where are you?" i asked.
"well, i'm standing outside lambert's cafe waiting to get in to eat," he replied.
"the place where they throw rolls???" i inquired.
"yes, i told you where i was going on thursday night."
"i don't remember you saying you were going to lambert's, though. i thought you guys were just going riding..."
MY HUSBAND RODE 8 HOURS FOR A MEAL AND TO GET ROLLS THROWN AT HIM!!!
I'D SAY IT'S A MID-LIFE-CRISIS; BUT HE'S PAST THAT (i think).
thankfully he is home now and in one piece:D
with a full tummy and a sore bottom (bahahahahaaa!!!).
love and blessings,