Yesterday I spent our fourteenth anniversary just like I imagined I would when I wore that beautiful white dress and pledged my life to the man I loved; taking three little girls roller-skating and then back to my house for a sleep over.
I asked P if he wanted to go with us and even promised that we could couple skate in honor of our special day, but he turned me down flat. I’m not sure all the reasons why, however, I have my suspicions that he isn’t sure if he can still skate backwards. And everyone knows all the cool boys could do the backwards skate during couple skate as opposed to just the side by side hand-holding version.
Or maybe he just wanted to spend a relaxing afternoon at home instead of careening around a rink on wheels while listening to Ke$ha sing inappropriate songs. Either way, I took the girls and even roller-skated with them because I laugh in the face of easy ways to potentially spend time in the ER.
Please note that two of the three rocked a side ponytail.
That’s a lot of look for the roller rink.
Truthfully we’re going to go out later this week and celebrate. We just postponed things because it worked out better schedule-wise for everyone. Plus, it’s not like we have to celebrate on the EXACT day since we’re going to be together forever. AND EVER.
While we were at the skating rink there was an injury that required them to clear the floor. I couldn’t see exactly what happened, but there was a woman down on the far side of the rink and it appeared she’d incurred some sort of leg injury. Ultimately they had to bring out one of those rolling ergonomic desk chairs to roll her off the rink. And all I could think was Dear Jesus, I will be eternally grateful to you that it wasn’t me being rolled off the rink in front of God and everybody on a desk chair.
Can you imagine?
“How was your day, dear?”
“Well, I had to be rolled off the roller-skating rink in a desk chair in front of the PTO president before making a trip to the ER to get my leg put in a cast.”
Needless to say, I did not skate with the same enthusiasm I’d had prior to that whole scene playing out. Even when they played Car Wash by Rose Royce and that song always makes me want to make wax on/wax off hand motions.
After the girls and I were sufficiently worn out from all the skating we drove to Sonic in search of cold drinks. We waited in the drive-through line until it was time to place our order.
“We’ll have two medium cherry-limeades, a Route 44 Diet coke and a lemon-berry slush.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Our ice machine isn’t working.”
“What?”
“Our ice machine isn’t working.”
“Goodbye.”
The ice machine at Sonic wasn’t working. I’m still experiencing some shock and disbelief over the whole thing. No ice at Sonic is like Sonny without Cher. Which, technically, ended up happening in the late 70’s but everyone knows it was never the same after that. Well, except for people born in the 80s and 90s.
So we drove in search of a Sonic with a working ice machine and ordered our drinks. Then we headed home and the girls spent the next two hours painting each other’s faces. And hands. And legs. And hair. And I let them because it’s not like they could go play outside in the oven known as our backyard.
Then everyone took a shower and I made tacos/nachos/chalupas/whatever you want to make using beans, beef, chips, and cheese. Currently, they are in the living room watching Swiss Family Robinson and I am hiding out in the bedroom. Because if they see me they might decide they’re hungry again and I think I’m out of food.
I’m also out of face paint.
But at least I wasn’t wheeled off the roller rink today in a desk chair.