So we made the last packing trip to Ky. The very last trip! I was so excited to finally be done! We arrive at the house, jimmy the lock, and get to packing and cleaning! Shakin the Foundations is for those you who missed the post about why we had to beak into our own house. Hubbie the Dearest was packing the pick up truck that we borrowed from the in-laws, and I trusted him to do so. I was focusing on packing the last of our stuff in the van that we borrowed from his grandparents, and cleaning the old house.
So we finally get loaded up, and hubbie throws the vacuum cleaner and the broom on top of the bed rails and the 4 yo's play set. The grill and a wooden ramp was also in the truck. I assumed everything was secure. So off we went. We were both completely exhausted, and so very ready to be making this last trip of lifting stuff. So down the road we go. Through Flatwoods, Ky into Ashland, Ky, and across the pretty blue bridge, into Ironton, Oh, for one last time en route to Wild and Wonderful West by God Virginia, or home.
Now in my state of shock, I did manage to pull off the road. Hubbie the dearest is calling me, I assume because he thought I wasn't " equipped" to realized what had just happened. Now the jungle gym landed in the right hand lane, which hubbie the dearest quickly was able to drag off onto the side of the road. The crutches were easy enough to retrieve by dodging the five o'clock traffic.
Well you have got to love hindsight. That lovely little smack you on the as$ after you did a really bonehead thing, kind of feeling! So While he is dodging cars and flying pieces of the bed rails and pink broom and metal grill pieces, working it out like he is in an 80's video game, I am hobble running as fast as I can to try to cross the road to retrieve our one wheeled wonder of what is left of our formerly awesome grill. Thank God it was charcoal not propane! I also want to take a minute to thank God for not allowing our flying truck of horrors to impale anyone! Seriously.
So the moral of the story is, You need the right "equipment" to get things done, and done the right way. The "equipment" that grows children, takes care of them, and nurtures them. The same "equipment" that allows us to loves husbands unconditionally ,to work together, to compromise, and to take care of our families. The same "equipment" that put the curtains up without saying a word. The very same "equipment" that will sit back and help you repack the truck when your "equipment" malfunctions, and allows you to forget to tie everything down so it doesn't blow away. The same "equipment" that allows me to love you with all of my soul, to forgive and forget, and to find the humor in everything. The "equipment" that loves you more than anyone else ever could, my woman's heart.