Every week or so, I obsess about the items on our to-do list that have yet to be crossed off; some days it's our need for a crib, others, a glider. One day, I scanned eBay for an hour looking for a bargain on breast pumps. You never really know what you'll get. (Quick aside, Karen's sign language classes have had a mixed result: She occasionally makes up signs on the go. For example, I don't believe she's learned the sign for breast pump in her class, but that didn't stop her from unwittingly acting it out at dinner with my parents. Good times.) So, lately I've been focusing on the fact that we haven't chosen a crib yet, and since we're still eighty days from our due date, this hasn't really been a pressing issue. By Saturday afternoon, though, I had it in my head that we needed to go shopping to at least compare models and
Quick aside, I'm HORRIBLE with geography; I once thought Detroit was east of us. And by once, I mean about two years ago. Karen is well aware my geographical disinclination. She finds it endearing.
(Or so I tell myself.)
Cast your mind... We're now in the car, heading west when I think we should be heading east.
Me: "I looked at the map, and the campus was south-east of us."
Her: "Are you sure you looked at it right?"
Me: "I think so... It was east of the main campus"
Her: "You must've looked at it wrong"
Me: "Hmm, really?
About fifteen minutes later, we're passing the airport we discussed earlier, but I convince myself that she mentioned that it was en route to the theater. Hint: this is when normal people would've caught onto her scheme. A few minutes later, we're exiting at the mall that I now remember is near the Babies R Us, and I realize what she's done. Turns out, she felt guilty that we were going to a play I didn't care about when I'd been wanting to look at cribs. ☺
Reason #497 that we're perfect for each other.