ammogirl

So we were supposed to go to Rothenburg, remember?  Well.  My husband, sneaky, deflecting man that he is, kept distracting me with things like webcam chats with the girls, and forgotten cell phones, and weird stops for gas (I had 3/4 tank.  I did not need gas) and lunch (Doners, yum!). While we were eating I started thinking that it was getting late-ish for a two-hour drive, but just figured, hey, we are kid-free and ADVENTURERS. Portable fun!

However, when we started heading back to the wine tasting event we had driven by earlier that was located not in Rothenburg but in a place very close to home, I said

“John.”

“Yeah?”

“We’re not going to Rothenburg today, are we?”

…oh wait.

Ha ha, silly me, I COMPLETELY FORGOT that we ALREADY weren’t going to Rothenburg!  What is up, memory?  This morning we actually decided to do Rothenburg as a full weekend trip when the girls got back and to instead drive to Cochem or some other place along the Mosel river, and omg I can’t believe I forgot an ENTIRE PART OF MY STORY.

Let’s rewind.  As we were driving towards the wine tasting, I said

“John.”

“Yeah?”

“We’re not going to the Mosel today, are we?”

“uhhhh…no?”

“…you sneaky, sneaky man.”

And that’s how that went down.  Not that exciting, really.  On we went to the wine tasting, where I tasted a whole bunch of wine I didn’t really like (vendors just assume you like syrup-sweet Moscatos or Lambruscos or Eisweins) and then found some wine I did like, which we then purchased.  At that point, with a belly full of doner and fries, in a hot tent, the wine started not sitting well at all.  So we headed home, where I changed and went out back to sit in the sun (I lasted 27 minutes.  I am a delicate English Flower.) and then I came inside to start reading Chuck Palahniuk’s new book, Pygmy.  However, I made it approximately three words before I thought, “Damn, I am tiiiiired” and the next thing I knew, I was waking up and it was two and a half hours later.  Yes.  A nap.  On a Saturday.  When I have no kids.  I live the wild life!

Now I’m just listening to Crazy Pat harrass our neighbors who are trying to enjoy a pleasant evening on the patio with their friends.  They are being polite for now but I can sense the irritation with each of Crazy Pat’s incoherent yells across the fence.

Gotta go.

Tschuss!!