Dude, where's my car?

I don't know why the school would have weightlifting practice while we are off for the Christmas break but they do, so our daughter had practice this morning at 10:00 a.m. and I was going to the gym for a little workout time. Hubby said that he could drop me off at the gym, take daughter to practice, then swing back and pick me up. I didn't have a problem with that....at first. I got in, did my little work out for about an hour and then I was ready to go. Duh, it hit me. I don't have my car. I felt stranded even though I knew I would be picked up later. I looked outside the big windows and I didn't see that blue Ford Expedition. I worked out for another fifteen minutes and I'm so ready to go.

My usual time of working out is usually an hour, so now I've been working out for an hour and 30 minutes. I'm tired now. I look back out the big window and I'm saying to myself, "dude, where's my car?" Come on already. How long is practice suppose to last anyway? I could just start walking but then I would have to hear the dangers seen and unseen from hubby and I would never hear the end of it. I take a seat on the bench in the gym and the time is now 11:15. I thought to myself, "I won't be here long, they should be coming to get me real soon." I mean I have been there since 9:45. I see so many cars pass by but not my car. Hubby can go wherever he wants to go, just come and get me and take me home.

Finally, 12:05 I see my car pull in. I got all excited like a kid in a candy store. I walked outside and got in my car. I told hubby that when daughter has to go to practice again, that I will be driving myself and leave him at home. I'd rather just go and pick her up when I'm done. I like having my own ride and jumping in the car when I'm ready to go.

Lovingly yours,