Sunday, July 18, 2010

Travis Is Trying To Kill Me

From July 15-17 I got to attend stake youth conference as the photographer. I had an amazing time but over the course of the two nights we camped I got about 8 hours of sleep total. The second night I only got 2 and a half. So of course when we got back to town on Saturday a little after noon, all I wanted to do was go home, shower and sleep!

But no...

Travis informed me we were going to Portland right then to look at a truck (the Explorer has been losing energy, can't haul anything anymore and we really need towing capacity with our toys, so Travis put the Explorer on Craigslist the Sunday before and sold it Thursday.) I think I must have been so tired and out of it that I didn't argue with him. If I had been more clear headed I obviously would have argued!

So off to Portland we go. And we didn't just look, we bought. And then the paperwork took FOR.EV.ER. It was after 7pm when we finally left, new truck in possession. Oh, but wait, that meant I had to drive home then! I was dying! I was convinced I was going to die a horrible death on the freeway. How did I stay awake? I have no idea. I was delirious. One thing I did do was poke at a painful bite I got on the ear the night before during the long night activity that had kept us all awake so long. Miserable self inflicted pain apparently helps with wakefulness.

When we got home that night, got stuff carried in and Travis got the boys some late dinner, I headed up to shower. When I finally got out I heard Travis finishing up tucking the boys in bed. When he came in he asked if I couldn't have waited a little bit to shower so I could help get the boys to bed. (Here I'm thinking, wait a minute, it doesn't take just a "little bit" to get the boys down!) I just looked at him and asked, "You couldn't wait to go up to Portland?" He looked at me and, "uh, yeah, you're right" and left it at that. That was both funny and gratifying.

Anyway, here's the result of Travis trying to kill me: our new (to us) Chevy Silverado 3500 crew cab diesel truck.

Funny thing is Travis' brother Kevin has the same truck, same color a year older and their dad has a 2500 with a short bed a few years older in an almost identical color. The line up is ridiculous. Of course, now that both of his sons have nicer, newer trucks them him, Ben really needs a new truck.

PS Despite my husband's murderous tendencies, I'm not mad, I love the thing. :)

1 comment:

Mom said...

So now I need a picture of each of your boys at the wheel of one of the trucks. Or maybe each sitting on the hood as all 3 trucks face you. You can even add the owner of each truck to the photo along with the boys. I know you'll come up with something that gets all the trucks and all the boys in the same shot.