Being nice is totally overrated, not to mention...EXPENSIVE!

A few weeks ago Kendon had strep throat. He had not eaten anything for four days and was quite miserable. One night, the kids and I were in town and I decided that I'd grab Kendon a Blizzard on the way home. I was pretty sure that he could muster enough strength to eat a Blizzard and if he couldn't, I knew someone who could!!! (That would be me, if you were unsure!)

I ordered his favorite, Strawberry Banana, and came around the corner to the window to pay. Just before the window, there is a red pole that if you ask me sticks out into the lane further than it should. Way further than it should. To keep a short story, well, short, here's the punch line: I HIT THE POLE. I wish that I could say I just gave it a little tap, but I can't because I didn't. I am glad to say that I didn't RAM the thing, but unfortunately I did hit it hard enough that it caused some damage. Can I just say, in my defense, it was DARK outside, okay.

This is not My DQ but see the red pole? The red pole at our DQ sticks out further. I'm just sure of it.

I wish the damage to the van was as bad as it looks in the picture. It's worse!

And here is a side note that I would like documented for history. For several years now, Kendon and I have planned on using our tax return money to re-do the upstairs of our home. (We live in a115 year old home and the upstairs is quite uninhabitable. A post on our home coming shortly. Give me some time.) Anyway, the first year we had the money saved, our well went dry and we had to drill a new one. Price tag: $4500. The next year, our van was in the shop CONTINUALLY. Price tag: $3000. Last year our old septic system went out and had to be replaced. That was real poopy! (just a little potty humor!) Price tag: $4200. So, as tax season has been approaching we've been anticipating what IT would be this year. I guess I solved that problem for us. We get a new fender and door! Yippee! Price tag: I don't even want to guess. Pricier than a blizzard, I'll bet!

So, now, let's continue the story cause it doesn't end at the Dairy Queen. Last week while in Boise Kendon happened to come down with Strep Throat AGAIN. This time he got sick on our overnight date. Bummer. The next day he had to fly out of Boise to Ohio for business. His flight left at 6:00 am and he had to leave for the airport at 4:30. Since he was sick, I felt sorry for him having to go so early by himself and I decided to get up and take him. I dropped him off and headed back to my parent's house really hoping to get a little shut eye before little Miss, "I have terrible sleeping habits" Meg woke up. I must have been in too big of a hurry because as I was parking the van I backed into the neighbors mailbox. (Before you go judging, please have mercy on me and remember that it was dark this time too!) I crunched the box and busted out my taillight. You want to know what I think the saddest part of this story is? Well, next to the fact that I didn't get any more sleep cause I was all wired. The saddest part to me is that as soon as I hit the pole, the first word that came out of my mouth wasn't a swear word, or a little yelp, or a pooey, or darn. The first word that I said was, "TYPICAL!" This is just typical behavior for me and that is pathetic! I need help.

Crunch!

My GREAT dad fixed up the busted taillight until I got it replaced. Which I did already. That green tape had to go.

The doctor who saw Kendon in Boise recommended, that because of his Strep Throat history (Strep Throat and Kendon have been lifelong enemies.) he might want to consider having his tonsils out. Well, if that ends up being the case, Kendon is just going to have to take care of himself this time. He better not expect any sympathy or NICE coming from me. I can only imagine what kind of damage I could do.