We spent last week vacationing in beautiful Lake Tahoe. It sucked the life out of me was so relaxing. At the end of our week away I was beat down refreshed and ready to get home to do laundry, unpack, and make a trip to the grocery store. And thanks to my husbands offer to sit in the car with the kids while I ran in, I made it to the grocery store just after our return home.
As is always the case on a Sunday afternoon the store was packed. But because I had just returned from working overtime lounging around in Tahoe I wasn't bothered by the chaos. I made it through the aisles, checked out, left the store and made a beeline through the parking lot to our Expedition, waiting with my family inside. I tried to open the rear door. It was locked. Tried again. No luck. I tapped on the back window to let Matt know I needed a bit of assistance. And then I noticed something. Our Expedition was no longer the Copper color it was when it was purchased. It was now a dirty maroon. Nor was it still a 2011 model. It appeared to be more of a 2009. In fact, the family inside didn't look like my family at all. And the woman sitting in the passenger seat next to "Matt" was certainly not me. No.I was most definitely the woman standing in the parking lot trying to force my way (and my groceries) into a complete strangers car! Well holy shit crap.