ABSENT MINDED OR JUST TOO RELAXED TO KNOW?

We ended up staying about an hour away from our last drop in Brighton, MI at a little truck stop in Ottawa Lake, Michigan for the night. We debated about doing a 34 hour reset of driving hours, but we crunched the numbers and it seemed it didn't make any difference if we did or we didn't, as we would have plenty of hours to get us through our next dispatch and then some. So Saturday morning we went another 50 miles and stayed at the Petro in North Baltimore, Ohio, where Craig went about organizing the trailer and I organized the inside of the truck. We took advantage of their showers and laundry facility and then settled into our truck for the rest of the day to relax and watch TV.

This morning we got up and decided to treat ourselves to a nice hot breakfast and then headed over to the Blue Beacon to get the truck and trailer washed. At this point, the truck is so dirty we can hardly see out any of the windows, and the dark blue is now a milky white from the salt off the roads. As we approached the driveway to the truck wash, we saw another truck backing out and an employee standing outside. As the other driver drove off, we pulled up to talk to the employee, only to find out that a driver had drove his truck into the back bay doors to the wash and that they were stuck. They estimated an hour or so before they could get someone out to fix them, and since we had so much time on our hands, we decided to stick around because this truck had to be washed!

So now Craig and I start a discussion regarding just how this driver managed to run into the closed doors of the wash bay. Was he just not paying attention or was he so relaxed sitting in his truck that his foot slipped from the brake and he traveled forward? But you know what? We really couldn't say much, because just last night, on one of my twice weekly phone calls to my Mother, she happily wished Craig and I a Happy Anniversary. WHAT???????????? I wish I could have had a picture of the look of shock on my face as I jumped up and looked at Craig and said, "We forgot our anniversary"!

Now as I have mentioned before, if it wasn't for delivery and loading dates, we would never know what day of the week it is or what the date was. But this was a first for us both, that on Saturday, February 23, we just sat around in Knoxville and not once during that day, did it even dawn on us it was a special day. Absent minded or just too relaxed to know? Who knows, but if the next seven years of marriage even come close to the last seven years, I'll consider myself the luckiest woman on the face of the earth. Seven year itch? I think not. All I can say is, "Bring it on"!