A FUNNY THING...

happened on the way to Texas... or two or three or four...

So we set sail for Texas and drove without incidence until we hit the Tallahassee area where I requested a pit stop at a rest area. I love rest areas because they are clean and a quick in and out.

Usually.

At this particular one Mr. Sweet Pea didn't have to go. So since he was staying with the truck and trailer to check wheels, axles and other man stuff I decided to leave my purse in the truck. I hate it when there's no hook on the door for my purse and then I have to balance that with all the other shenanigans, you get the picture. I got in, got out, all good right? As I came out of the restroom I saw Mr. Sweet Pea across the parking lot doing the universal sign for WHAT THE HELL and immediately the lightbulb went off. Not an Oprah lightbulb moment mind you...an OH CRAP moment.

I had meant to lock only the door on my side of the truck but instead had locked the whole truck running with our cell phones and my purse with all the AAA stuff safely inside. Oops...

Sooo while Mr. Sweet Pea tried to get a piece of wire through the window area to open the door, I set about to find someone with a cell phone and AAA. Mission accomplished and just as I was getting a priority AAA dispatch underway the ever resourceful Mr. SP popped the door open.

We didn't even argue (gasp).

So away we go and it's not long before we need gas and pull into our favorite truck stop to refuel. Let's just say I never miss a bathroom stop along the way and off I go this time and every time with my purse from here on out.

I enter the restroom and push open a door. An open door. To my surprise and her's for some reason is the tiniest elderly lady I have ever seen. I guess she was surprised that she hadn't locked the door. I moved on. So I come out and head to the sink.

What is with me and frogs in the bathroom? Go HERE to read about Prince Charming in my bathroom at home... Anyway this little guy is there to greet me at the sink in a truck stop. Is this an omen that I don't know about?

Okay onward. Down the road many miles and again time for a bathroom break. I head to the ladies room at the rest stop. Fully assume that the purse is on my shoulder. As I enter there is a little girl in a stall, door open and next to her her mother, door open as well. What's with this trend I wonder? I've seen more people using the bathroom on this trip than I care to in a lifetime. Just sayin'....

So by now wouldn't you think the story would be over? Yeah but unbelievably there is a final chapter... We had made it to our stopping point (sort of) near Pensacola. We stop at our friend's house going and coming back. As we neared the point where we get off I~10 we were dangerously low on fuel but Mr. Sweet Pea thought we could make it.

Mr. Sweet Pea was wrong, oh so wrong. Kind of wiped the slate clean for the keys in the truck incident if ya know what I'm sayin'. Out of gas right in front of the exit sign. And as I watched my prince jog up the exit ramp I never felt more at peace.

And we still didn't argue (double gulp)...