Home at last

Home. I just wanted to go home yesterday.

Bill did not want our trip to end, so he devised ways of making it last. And last. And last.

We had a waffle in Harrisonburg, VA. We stopped for gas. We wandered around Staunton for an hour. We stopped at Lexington and Bill glanced around the museum at VMI, while I knitted in the car and Echo napped. I had my chicken sandwich at Dixie's in Ironto (my bad). Then Bill decided that since we had only been on the road since 6:30 am, and we still had another six hours of daylight, we should go home via Gate City. He had never been there and didn't know what was there, and it would only be another 40 miles or so out of the way and delay us getting home for still another hour.

And that's when I shot him, your Honor...

No, I didn't really visit physical violence upon him, though much female verbal ranting did ensue. I'm not proud of my major hissy-fit at all; I should have been able to diplomatically convince him to just get a-move-on to the old homestead instead of traipsing all over the countryside. We still had to stop at the Food Lion to get milk (and I bought ice cream and steak and beer, since it was all on sale--I was bone-tired, but not stupid). Which then made him madder, because obviously, I wasn't too tired to shop, just too tired to go where he wanted to go.

Old married people, behaving badly. Sigh.

It took us a few more hours to get over being steamed at each other, but truce was declared over a plate of eggs and a bowl of cereal at 9 pm.

I am so glad to be home.