A day in the life of the Townsends

Sunday Stephen tells me that he was invited to a "work" baby shower but that the invitation (email) said he didn't have to bring a gift.  I quickly told him that it would be rude to attend the baby shower and bring nothing... so I told him to get a box of wipes or diapers and a card... "and not the off brand!". 

Yesterday afternoon Stephen comes home and says: 
Well, I attended the baby shower.  "oh yeah, how was it?" .  I walked into a room full of women and once they saw that I was there WITH A GIFT they ran over to me saying "awwwww, he brought something!"  They quickly pulled a chair over to the circle and told me to have a seat.  I was stuck in the middle of them watching this girl open all her gifts and saying "awwww" everytime a new one was opened.  (I'm rolling by this point).  Then there was a pause and Stephen says:  Theyre naming their little girl Emily Claire.

Story #2
So we're house hunting right now.  Yesterday we were scheduled to look at a house at 6:00 pm.  I made chili for supper so that I could just leave it in the pot cooking while we were gone.  So the tea and rice is made by 5:30 and the chili is on the stove cooking.  I'm feeling pretty good about myself.  The phone rings... it's Stephen.  "Hey, i'm running a little late... i have to stop and get gas so could you just meet me there?"  I guess.  We have driven to this house twice... two different ways. Now before I go on I need you to know something about me.  Nothing stresses me out or frustrates me more than being lost by myself.  Nothing.  So with that in mind... here it goes.  I leave deciding I would take the route that we took 6 months ago thinking it would be quicker.  "Oh shoot, i'm almost out of gas... I can make it there and back."  So off I go... down Shreveport Hwy.  I see a familiar sign and decide with much confidence that this road will lead to Ates Rd.  I then enter a neighborhood that I have never seen before.  Frustrated, I try to wiggle my way out.  It's now 6:03.  Late.  As i'm wiggling my way out of this neighborhood, I begin seeing the same houses over and over again.  Crap.  At this point, I felt my neck and back start getting hot.  (this means im getting ticked off).  Finally I find my way out... Ok... I'll just stay on Shreveport Hwy and it will eventually take me to the service road.  Wrong.  I end up at Pineville High School.  When I realize where I am (pretty much back to where I started) Stephen calls.  The whole time I was lost, I was saying things out loud like "This is all Stephen's fault"... "Yeah, this is what you get Stephen for not coming to pick me up".... "cuss word".... "cuss word". 
So when he calls, this is how our conversation went:
"HELLO?"
"Molly?  Where are you?"
"IM LOST STEPHEN"
"Where are you now?"
"IM AT PINEVILLE HIGHSCHOOL STEPHEN!"
"Molly, calm down."
"I HAVE TO GO... I'M TRYING TO GET THERE"
"Did you come the way we came last weekend?"
"NO I DID'NT WANT TO COME THAT WAY"
"Well, I can explain it to you if you just come the way we came"
"I'M NOT DRIVING ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE EXPRESSWAY."
"That's the only way I know how to tell you"
"I'LL FIGURE IT OUT STEPHEN... I'LL GET THERE WHEN I GET THERE.  BYE!"
(I knew I had to go the other way, but was too prideful to sit on the phone and have him explain it to me)
Dingg.... gas light
cuss word, cuss word


At this point it was pouring down rain and I arrived at 6:38.  Yep... drove around for 40 minutes.  I was still mad as heck at Stephen.  Poor guy.  We ended up liking the house alot so that significantly helped my mood.  When we got home, I explained to Stephen that if he wouldve just picked me up... i never wouldve gotten lost.  Again... I know... poor guy.  He said he didn't think it would be hard for me to find the house being that we just drove over there 2 days ago.  In all reality... I was just mad that I was lost and I needed someone to blame, so poor little Stephen got thrown into the line of fire.  We laughed about it later... but he still couldve picked me up.  ;)