So, here we were, on the cusp of something new and exciting and basically what we had planned on forever, and then just…nothing. You know what they say, ‘You make plans and God laughs”. I love God….but dude if you’re laughing up there I’m going to have a few words for you when we take selfies at the pearly gates one day. (Obviously they have instagram in heaven).
This caused a bit of a disagreement. We might have, perhaps, had a few slightly heated conversations. I had heard rumors that marriage wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world, and I had always laughed. But then things happen and you need to make real ADULT decisions (besides whether or not splurging for organic beef jerky is a necessity), and you begin to understand what people are talking about. So there we were, totally lost and hurt and pissed off and confused.
So off we went. First we went to Spokane and stayed with Greg's sister and her family. They graciously hosted us for a few days and it was great to spend time with them. After that, we decided to head to Greg's family place in New Mexico. It was a bit of a drive - and I love my husband - but more than 8 hours in the car with him and our bulldogs with deadly gas, is a bit much for me to handle. So, we opted to break up the trip by driving to Jackson Hole, WY, then Colorado Springs, before arriving in Taos on the third day. I feel like I'm writing Genesis with that last statement. "And on the third day, the bulldogs passed the deadliest gas, which eroded the earth and created the Grand Canyon". Or something like that. **Why do I keep bringing religion into this? WTF?