Friday, February 12, 2010

Comic Relief



One 2 Try, Hearts Make Families and Midday Escapades are hosting Friday Follow # 5! I am looking forward to finding some new good reads =)


One of my favorite bloggers, Kelly at KellysKorner is hosting, Show us your Life--Valentine Dates or Ideas.

As I was reading some of these great Valentine posts, I thought I would share a little tid' bit about me and goose's whirl-wind romance... this story cracks me up, although he would say it was not so funny =)



Scene: Goose and I in my explorer in the driveway of his parents house (where he lived at the time).


We were having one of those newly-dating, talk-for-hours-about-everything, confess-our-deepest-secrets type of nights. It was probably around midnight when Goose says "I love you" for the first time. I say it back and it is all lovely and romantic and what-not...


When it was about time for me to head home, Goose (sitting in the drivers seat) tries to start the explorer. The battery is dead (apparently sitting in a driveway for 3 hours with the radio on will do that).


So Goose gets out.


He decides okay, I'll just hook it up with jumper cables and we will be good to go.



I am still sitting in the passenger seat as he reaches in through the drivers side window to pop the hood.




Yeah so... he popped the emergency brake instead.




His parents driveway goes down-hill...



towards the house.




Crash.




That was me... in my truck....


right into the garage.



I, of course, laughed because it was such an random thing to happen, and that is what I do when I experience absurdity.



Goose, on the other hand, was just a little upset. He actually squatted down with his head in his hands and I think he might have been rocking back and forth saying, "oh no, oh no, oh no..." (or some other phrase I won't write here)



He finally gets up and gets in the truck (okay, apparently the battery wasn't completely dead because it started up)... he pulls the explorer backward out of the garage door/side of the house...and it makes this horrible screeching noise and pieces of splintered wood and stone fall all over the place.


His parents (whose room is right above the garage) amazingly didn't even wake up.



My truck wasn't messed up too bad, so I left and Goose slept on the couch so he could catch his mom before she went outside the next morning and explain why there was an explorer-shaped hole in the front of her house...



His parents took it pretty well (although I think it was a few weeks before I came by again).



It ended up costing a couple grand to fix the garage, but thankfully their home-owners insurance covered it.


There were a few extra dents in my truck, but at least I will never forget the first time we said, "i love u" =)





P.S. I am still working on Part 2 (the engagement story) I gotta get some pics scanned in for that one...




Happy Friday!