The Adventures of Me

I didn't tell you guys about my adventures on Thursday, did I?

I had one of those "woman things" scheduled, but in order to get a 3D one, I bet you guessed what it was, I had to go up to Des Moines to have it done.

Well, being that I had never been to that particular part of town, I smartly Googled and printed out the directions so I wouldn't get lost, wasn't that smart of me?  :)

Anyway, I made it to the area okay, no problem, plenty of time until the appointment. Well, finding the address was another story. I kept driving around in circles and in the process, passing where I needed to be without realizing it, over and over again. If I had just read the front of the building sooner, I would have known, but instead, the more I drove around, the more frustrated I became. I finally saw a lady walking and backed up until I was next to her and able to lower my window. She was wearing earbuds, so I didn't even think she noticed, but she did tell me where it was that I was looking for. When I saw the name of the building, the light of recognition dawned, "of course, I should have known that's where it would be, duh!" I did make it on time, which for that I was grateful thanks to leaving home with plenty of time to spear. The restored Victorians I saw while I was driving around though had my mouth watering, wishing I lived in one. They were so beautiful.

Before I headed home, I went to one of the malls and stopped at Bath and Body Works for some shampoo I had from one of the hotels we stayed at and fell in love with. Unfortunately it had been discontinued, must have been an old sample, but I did find a similar one and bought it. I also stopped in a few more places before leaving the mall and almost bought another pair of shoes at Penney's, but decided against it, so I headed home.

On the way home, I kept looking at my gas mileage gauge, or so I thought and kept seeing the number dropping and the farther it dropped, the more ticked off I got. I had just had new tires put on the car the week before and kept blaming it on the guy who replaced the tires, saying to myself that he must have done something to make my mileage drop when he changed the tires. What, I didn't know, but that had to be it! It wasn't until I was off the freeway and on the home stretch that I looked at the gauge again and saw RANGE written above the numbers, I hadn't been looking at the mileage gauge at all. When I switched over to it, I saw a much better number.

I told Dave about it when I got home and he had a good laugh, but I didn't mind. By that time I thought it was funny too.