My husband kidnapped me yesterday.
He warned me that he was going to snatch me away from the farm sometime this week.
Sometime this week was yesterday.
I was not exactly excited when he told me to finish up what I was doing because he wanted to treat me to a drive into the mountains and maybe lunch. I smiled sweetly and said “ok….it’ll only be a moment more”…. but in my heart I was gritting my teeth.
I’m not very good at relaxing.
I dragged my feet. I made excuses why it wasn’t the “best” day to play hooky. I was a bit argumentative …..(I’m not proud of that) so maybe he’d change his mind. (Maybe I’m not worthy of a treat after all?)
But what I fool I am!
We had a wonderful long drive in the mountains…….
through snow squalls……..
over rivers, around peaks, listening to quiet jazz on the radio…..
Just the two of us.
And we stopped for lunch, too!
We had a lovely time.
I can’t wait for our next day of hooky.
Maybe next time I won’t be so prickly.
37 47 eggs, 3.5 gallons of milk