Monday, February 12I have a secret superpower!
Good effing god I hate wind... especially El Paso wind. It's cold as hell, and fierce. Cuts right through you. But the worst part of it, truth be told, is that it makes me bitchy. Really bitchy. So bitchy that it makes me genuinely feel bad for Tim.
We took a rest day today, to try to let him recuperate some more from the Hueco HIV (pronounced it like a word, not as individual letters; that's Tim's special name for it. Isn't he special?). We went to this slightly sketchy laundromat that has a little diner next door. (If you're ever El Paso way, Kristi's on Montana Highway has a pretty mean cheeseburger. Just don't expect the staff to understand english. They don't.) For whatever silly reason, we decided to fold the laundry IN the truck, or rather immediately next to it, which was made considerably more difficult by the raging wind. Oh, yeah, and did I mention that the wind always carries huge amounts of sand with it? If not, it does. Tons of sand, blowing into your face at very high speeds. Who needs microdermabrasion? Just come to El Paso!
While we were struggling with the laundry, I kept saying how glad I was that we didn't go climbing today, that climbing in this wind would be horrible.
So what does he do? As soon as the laundry is packed away in it's plastic tub behind my seat, he says, "Hey, let's go climb some before it gets dark!"
Of course, being stupid little me, I didn't decide to complain till after we drove the thirty miles back to the park, signed in, and got to the boulders. Then, and only then, did I inform Tim that I had actually wanted to go see a movie today. (There are two dollar theaters here, how cool is that?) He, naturally, got irritated with my poor timing, and we briefly argued. I got pouty, and he wisely realized that it was in his best interest to just give up and take me to a movie.
We arrived about an hour early for the movie we wanted to see (Flushed Away, it was really funny. No Finding Nemo, but good.), so we took a nap in the back of the truck. In the parking lot. For some reason, I am terribly amused by that.
The moral of the story is, Tim will usually give in if I pout and say that he doesn't love me. I will try to use my power for good, not evil, but I'm not promising anything.
Posted by:Heather
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Tuesday, February 13 - 10:50:09
FRED wrote:
THE HIV... THE HI-5... HAHAHAH
Saturday, February 17 - 08:02:45
Future Dad wrote:
Superpower? Women have it? Yes, I guess i have to admit you are right, but for the sake of humanity, keep it secret!!!
I am sitting in my easy chair, by the fireplace, drinking a nice cup of hot coffee and living my life vicariously through you guys.
You SHOULD write a book of your adventure. It would be easy. Need a business manager? We could all retire. You and Tim can do more adventures and write about them. I can quit my job, keep my fireplace hot and my easy chair warm.
"Rock on"
Love Dad
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