Yesterday was Kip’s birthday. I asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner, and he suggested Denny’s. I was beyond exhausted, but..it was his birthday. I had a tasty sirloin steak, red potatoes, Caesar salad, grilled squash, and a dinner roll. Kip had 2 pancakes and 2 eggs. The pancakes were huge and he couldn’t finish them, so instead of desert, I ate the last few bites.
She always eats her food, then tries to get everybody elses
I think my huge appetite is directly related to all the driving I’ve had to do. Kip’s back surgery was 7 weeks ago and I’ve had to drive him everywhere. We went to Athens to renew his driver’s license and to Dallas twice this week. I drove him to Dallas yesterday for his check-up with the surgeon.
The drive wasn’t as bad as some have been. I only had to yell at him twice. Once was when I was trying to pull out and cross 2 lanes of traffic. He said, ” You can go…right after this next car goes by.” Too late! Hang on to your back brace! Thankfully, the other car had good brakes!” Try saying that in a different way,” I asked. “Like this. After this next car goes by, then.. you can go.
The other day, Kip sort of raised his voice at me. He said, “Look-out!” What does that mean to you? Does it mean to stop…or go? I did both. My car also has good brakes.
The Doctor finally lifted the “no driving” ban yesterday, but we had my car, so I went ahead and drove home anyway. I told Kip it would probably be a good idea for him to gradually get used to driving again. He said, “So what should I do? Go sit in the car for a while on the first day? Then the next day, maybe I can back out to the end of the driveway.” That was the second time I yelled at him.
When we got home, Kip went into the house, got the keys to his pick-up truck, and drove it to the car wash. His truck has been sitting in the garage for 7 weeks. My car is filthy. Technically that would have been the 3rd time I yelled at him, but it doesn’t count. He was backing out of the driveway and couldn’t hear me.
Apparently Kip doesn’t remember our discussion from a few years ago. I said to him, “Have you ever noticed when couples get older, the little old woman drives the little old man around?” He nodded his head in agreement. “If you’re not nice to me,” I said. “You are not going anywhere!”
I might sound mean, but I’m not. I have a gift that not many people possess. I can yell without raising my voice. I’ve found the louder my voice, the less people hear me. The downside is, sometimes I have to say things more than once.
We took Driver’s Education together. We can drive a stick shift.
I taught them in Driver’s Ed..They purposely turned the corners really fast. I should have worn a seatbelt. That’s the real reason I can’t stand up. They should have named a road after me too. ” Applebee Drive.” I like that!