Forward My Mail To Mexico...

Before I make my confession, I want to be sure you know that I try to be a good wife.
I try to be a good mother.
I try to be upfront and truthful.
I try to be an open book.
In my experience, things are just easier that way.
I shouldn't have to spend any of my valuable time running in circles trying to remember who I told what, or who knows what and who doesn't or, more importantly.. who shouldn't know.
Ya know?

Well.. it just doesn't always work out.
My intentions are pure.
But the resulting chaos can be quite major.
OK.. (taking a deep breath).. here we go.

Two years ago, I bought The Man-of-My-Dreams a little truck.
This truck was his "toy" he put a big motor in it with grand plans of taking it to the race track.
It never made it to the track, but it provided countless hours of "play-time" for him.
Then he got the Camaro.
He loves the Camaro,
The Camaro is his other woman.

The truck was soon just sitting there, watching him while he caressed the Camaro.
The truck was sad.

One day, the Man-of-My-Dreams mentioned that he wanted to sell the truck because he never had the time to do anything with it, and then he'd have the extra play money to buy the Camaro a new motor. He really wants a new motor for his "baby".
We half-heartily looked for a buyer but never found one.
That was months and months ago

Fast-forward to this past week.
A man pulls into the driveway and asks me if I'd be willing to sell the truck.
I said.. Sure! He had the cash in hand! right there on the spot!
I ran inside to call the Man-of-My-Dreams at work. (he's still working out of state)
He was in a meeting and could not be disturbed.
So, I asked the man if I could get his phone number and I'd call him as soon as I could talk to him.

Here is where it gets sticky.

The man was leaving town that evening!
He didn't know for sure when he would be able to get back.
Oh MAN! I needed to make a decision on the spot!
Not something I've very good at!

So... I sold the truck.
I was feeling pretty darn good about it too!
Until the big boys came home from school...

When they found out that I sold the truck without asking the Man-of-My-Dreams about it first they began planning my funeral!
Worker #2 said he was gonna make sure he spent the next week-end that The Man-of-My-Dreams was home at a friends house so he would miss the blood-bath!
Worker #1 has decided he would stay here and try to protect me, but I really think he just wants to watch the show.

After hearing their reactions, I began to second-guess my decision.
Will he be mad?
Or will it work out the way I have it pictured in my mind?

~~~ Fade to Dream-Sequence ~~~

The Man-of-My-Dreams walks in the door.
I greet him with a kiss and hand him a fist-full of cash.
"Honey", I'd say.. "You work so hard. I want you to go and buy that shiny new motor for your beloved Camaro, because I love you so much!"
He would be speechless and full of gratitude.
Then I would spend the next 6 months enjoying my new "BEST Wife In The Whole Wide World" status...

~~~ Back to Normal ~~~

Now...
Both Workers #1 & #2 are 16 and have worked to buy their first cars/trucks.
Worker #1 was very excited today, when he bought a cheap little speaker-box for the old stereo in his truck.

He called the Man-of-My-Dreams to tell him all about it.
Of course, the Man-of-My-Dreams told Worker #1 that he could go out and get the expensive stereo and speakers out of his little truck and use them instead.
UGH!
Worker #1 is now upset with me because he missed out on a great sound system all because I sold the truck without telling the Man-of-My-Dreams....

Geesh! Do I know how to dig a hole? or do I know how to dig a hole?!?
It's been nice knowing all of you...
Farewell forever...
Forward my mail to Mexico please!