yabba dabba doo

Soon after the wedding, Greg said, "Let's not buy anything more for decorating inside the house." You'd think I'm a shopaholic by the way that comment sounded, but it's not true. In fact, the most that I ever shop is ~ Christmas gifts for other people and ok, yes, the wedding decorations. Maybe Greg was concerned I'd put a nail on every square inch of the walls, but seriously, I don't have things hanging on every wall! I seem defensive, don't I? Well, I do like to decorate..... But I agreed with his request.

However, yesterday night I came home with a box. Greg said, "I thought we agreed...." And I replied, as I opened it to show him, "This is not for the INISIDE of the house, this is for the OUTSIDE of the house." He laughed, "I'm going to call you My Attorney." He says I notice the small, fine-line details, like an attorney does.

That wasn't true for today. I came home for lunch and how lovely to see Greg there! I walked outside to get the mail and Greg closed the door on me. I tried to pull it open to go back inside, but he kept it firmly closed and I asked him what was this about. He answered, "Look around you!" I thought, "Oh, geez, what is there a wasp or a bee on me or above me?" I bobbed my head up and down and around like a lost puppy. Greg started laughing at me and stated again, "LOOK around!" I turn my head and there's the sign I bought for the house, hanging up already. I was tickled to see it there!

Afterwards I went to the break tag station. Mine expired in January, but with so much going on, I completely forgot about it. Then I realized I needed a new windshield wiper before going to the station, as they wouldn't approve the torn up blade. Greg replaced both wipers for me, so off I went to the station. Typical stuff, checked the lights, horn, insurance card and then the guy working there did something different ~ he asked me to get out of my vehicle so he could drive it and test the brakes and he popped the hood! I was a little curious, after all, that was a first.

So, when I questioned about the hood, he responded with, "We're checking for Terrorists now." I was stumped for a second and the first thought that came to mind was, "What, you think there's a terrorist under the hood instead of an engine?!" The second thought was, "The Flintstones, with Fred and Barney under the hood, picking up the car and their feet running to make the car go." Yabba-Dabba-Doo! I looked at the guy and said, "You're kidding me, right." He answered, "Yes, I'm kidding. Now that the State Police are down the street with their binoculars on, we have to check everything. They fined us 2,000 for not looking under the hood."

I still have the Flintstones on my mind ~ we DO have a Pebbles (Greg's dog) - she's equally as cuddly and cute!

"Flintstones... Meet the Flintstones,
They're a modern stonage family.
From the town of Bedrock,
They're a page right out of history.
Let's ride with the family down the street.
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet.
When you're with the Flintstones,
have a yabba dabba doo time,
a dabba doo time,
we'll have a gay old time"

I'm so sorry, because if you know the song, it'll get stuck in your head now!

"Wiiillllllmmmmmmmaaaaaaa!!" hehe