Better Luck Next Time

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.

It looks like I need a vacation.