Sunday we had stuff to do.  After church, Jay and I took the seats out of the van so he could pick up the snow thrower, which had been serviced and was ready for winter.  The shop had called twice to tell us it was ready, come pick it up or we're selling it.  So he took the van and I took the limo.

It doesn't look like a limo but that's how it started life.  And let me tell you, it's a sweeeeeet ride.

Josie and I had a birthday party to go to.  Our great niece, Sophie, turned three.  We had to go to Target to buy a gift, then get to the party, out in Bloomington. 

Jay programed the navigation system in the limo to get us to his sister's house, where the party was.  He didn't program in Target.

So Josie and I hopped in the car and the GPS said "Turn right in two hundred yards."  I obeyed.

That was the last time the system and I saw eye to eye.  I got off at the first exit.

What are you doing?? "Make a u-turn in seven hundred feet."

I continued towards Target.

"Make a u-turn in one hundred feet."

"Make a u-turn now."

Now, dammit, turn NOW!!  heavy sigh.  "Turn right in two hundred feet."

I didn't turn, as Target was my goal, not returning to the highway.

Where do you think you're going?  "Make a u-turn in one hundred feet."

Every time I passed an intersection where I could turn back toward the highway again, the thing told me what to do and every single time, I ignored it and continued to Target.  The system seemed to get more and more upset the farther from the highway I got.  As I pulled into the parking lot at Target, I swear I heard it say "Why are we stopping?  What's going on?  Who do you think is in charge here?" And as I put the car in park, it
said "You're getting out here?  Sure.  Fine.  Whatever."

It wouldn't talk to me the rest of the day.

I was okay with that.

Josie and I ran inside, picked out a cute stuffed toy for the birthday girl and were back out in the car in a flash.  As we got back in, Katie called Josie's cell.  She wondered if we would come and pick her up for the party.

Katie lives six miles away in the opposite direction we were headed.

"Of course!" I said, thinking more time to drive the limo!.  "Tell her to call Patty and tell them we'll be a little late."

We tooled around the lakes.  What a gorgeous day!  It wasn't real sunny, but the colors are absolutely glorious!  Last year everything just turned brown and fell but this year the foliage is making up for it in spades!

Katie lives on a lovely, tree lined street full of old houses and buildings. The street and sidewalk were covered with fallen leaves.  It looked like a shot from a movie.  A really good movie.

"OOOh," Katie said as she got in the car.  "Are you gonna let me drive this bad boy?"

"No way.  I don't know how often he's going to let me drive it, I'm not turning it over to you."

"Dad said I could."

"You're not as good a liar as you think you are."

We got to the party an hour late, but blamed it all on Katie, so we were good.  I sat on the porch with several of my sisters in law, whom I don't get to see as often as I'd like.  They all have jobs. That puts a real crimp in your fun time.

The birthday girl was dressed in her Sleeping Beauty Halloween costume.  With  her blond curls and huge blue eyes, she looked prettier than Princess Aurora.  The party was simply splendid.

Unfortunately, we couldn't stay too long.  After a couple of hours, I had to haul my girls out of there, as I had too much work left undone.  I had spent Saturday at the arboretum battling whorebugs and ignoring the footstool I had promised to have finished by Tuesday.  I had to get a coat or two on it by Sunday night or I'd never have time to varnish it. 

It was a small round stool, 13 inches across, with round feet.  The customer had bought a canvas years ago that had a footstool to match and apparently the stool disappeared.  It's possible that Joanne, the gal who owns the shop and is the final arbiter in all things taste related, just decided that the stool and the design didn't go well together and God Forbid! any of her customers should have a clashing designs.  Either way, I had to paint the stool to go with the finished canvas.  I like the way it turned out.  We'll see whether it passes muster.

I don't really care; I get paid either way.

I'm not like the goon in the windshield wipers movie; I don't care who gets the credit, just pay me!

Isn't that the definition of a professional?

Jay cooked us chicken on the grill. 

It was a great weekend.

 

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