Well, I thought I was home free and my silent prayers were answered… but, I was wrong! In the late stages of the game, I was challenged! Ugh!
You guys will never believe what happened to me today! … Or on second thought, maybe you will!
By now you know there’s always some random shenanigan for me to contend with– which is why I started a blog in the first place!
Ok, so my friend Alicia and I decide to venture off the beaten path to have lunch at one of her favorite spots– Columbia Restaurant in St. Augustine!
(Nice spot to try if you’re in the area! Great food and drinks, open seating, and relaxing atmosphere… it always gives me a “South Beach Florida” feel for some reason! It’s usually packed with a long wait time, but if you make a reservation; you’ll waltz right in! I digress.)
So we make to St. Aug. and immediately…
- Meet the masses– It’s lunchtime on Saturday in “The Nations Oldest City” and the tourists are everywhere. That’s Normal!
- Detour like crazy– They’re doing construction downtown and basically none of the normal tiny streets are open, GPS is confused and leads right into every single “Road Closed” sign posted. So we’re on or own– bobbing, weaving, and zigzagging through the Nation’s Oldest streets. That’s Abnormal!
- Cross paths with maniac– Yep! I’m pretty sure he was put in our path by the sweet Lord above to test us! (actually… to test me in particular, because I was driving.) That’s RIDICULOUS!
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Actually, an alternate title for this post could be …
“Oh. My. Gosh, Becky! …Look at my Husband!”
I was actually torn between the two! But that’s neither here nor there.
So, I was minding my own business when the hubs sends me this picture (below) in a text. I glance at it and quickly disregard, thinking… Why is he taking and sending me pictures of players walking through d-line drills? That’s weird, but oh well! (I told you I glanced, I didn’t even see the player in uniform and friggin’ helmet standing right beside him… so it couldn’t have been a picture of a player!)
Overall, this whole thing is very out of character for my husband because he really could care less about taking pictures, that’s more of my thing! So, I take another look at the pic, scanning it closer this time, to see why he sent it and it hit me like a ton of bricks… OMG, THAT’S HIM!…(with the beard and the tan) I think!?
And then the shenanigans ensued… Continue reading