Today I’d like to tell a story.
And share some Oatmeal Raisin Muffins, but let’s not put the cart before the horse.
It is a tale of treachery and mayhem on the open road.
Let me set the scene.
It was Monday, in the middle of the afternoon. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the air was crisp. In short, it was a glorious Fall day. I had just caught up with a good friend and was driving home with the baby in the backseat, while my new planner stickers and pretzels rods rode shotgun. We were cruising down the highway, singing life is a highway, and drumming on the steering wheel. I was thrilled to see Ave sleeping peacefully and safely in the confines of her car carrier, that is until the mirror strapped to the headrest on the back seat dipped dangerously low. Suddenly, I was staring at the baby’s feet and nothing else.
Why that thing won’t stay locked in place I’ll never know, although I’ll surely blame the Hubby, simply because it can’t be my fault. Thankfully, I was getting off the highway soon, and would have an opportunity to fix it.