I love my husband to the ends of the earth.
and him spilling hot coffee on my lap on the way to Austin might have re-drawn the map.
Nothing changes, i love him.
But here is the story.....
Typical Saturday: road trip, pouring rain, and guess who desperately needed a Buc-ee’s coffee?
Him.
He gets out with our little boy, they come back a few minutes later. Little man climbs in the back, sits peacefully… and then SPLASH.
All over my body. My lap, to be precise.
I screamed.
And dude laughed.
Stammering + crazy look + zero survival instincts.
It was a mistake, i felt sorry for him cos he was feeling sleepy and desperately needed that caffeine kick.
I got serious: "Dude, it’s not even funny. This is not a joke."
Ok babe, what would you want me to do, get you a towel, and i said yes... it was still raining heavily...
He went back into Buc-ee’s to buy a towel.
Meanwhile, I had to take my pants off for the remainder of the trip.
it was better in a towel than riding naked in the car anyways.
Thank GOD we were only a few hours from Austin. Imagine this on the way to Alabama.
Here's what struck me: he was focused on making things better.
The only way he knew how? A joke.
Even our little man from the back seat asked, "Was the coffee hot?"
Dude. Hot coffee. 🤣
The good news? He laughed, the kids laughed... i will say it was a laughable situation but....
The bad news? My lap hurts, dude. 😝
He’s obviously paying with a Birkin… and a Kelly.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
But when he reads this? He’ll negotiate.
Spoiler: I’m not accepting anything less than crocodile. 🐊 ☕️
boy, byeeeee
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