I Need a Weekend to Recover From My Weekend
This last week has been pretty stressful. On Wednesday my car decided to start acting wonky. It has been losing power on acceleration. I figured it was the spark plugs, so I bought some new ones and changed them out. Two days later (yes, it took that long, and my hands are cut up too) my car has new spark plugs and wires, and it’s still acting up.
It’s Mother’s Day weekend, so we decide to take my car to Ardmore so that I can put some fuel injector cleaner in the gas and see if that helps out. So, we get to Ardmore, and Donna’s parents buy us lunch at McDonald’s (McYucky’s as we call it). Then they want to go to the park with the kids. I didn’t really want to since my car is acting up, but Donna doesn’t give me any choice. While at the park, Donna’s mom thinks it will be a good idea to take the kids to the splashpad so they can play in the water. I tried to sit that one out, but Donna made me go sit with everyone else. Russell, his usual self, falls down while running and hits his head on the concrete. It was bad enough that everyone makes us take him to the emergency room. It was pretty scary, because he was drooling and sedated. After the doctor sees us, Russell even throws up a couple of times. They do a CT scan and let us know he’ll be okay, after which Russell finally starts coming to (about two hours after his accident!).
After all that, we go to El Chico to eat, where Russell wolfs down chips and queso. He had been begging for nachos as soon as we left the hospital. After barfing it all up though, he seems fairly content not to eat any more.
Sunday, Mother’s Day, was mostly uneventful. I grilled (burned) hamburger, hotdogs, bratwurst, and shrimp, and we feasted. Then we packed up and went home.
The car is still acting up…