Then he did it.
He made me cry. Because of chocolate.
He pulled out bag numero tres - milk chocolate with peanut butter. I cried. And rejoiced. And danced. Then I stopped dancing because deep down I was like "is my belly fat shaking??" So, I stopped.
But these chocolates are amazing. And, you'd be surprised to know that I haven't eaten all three bags yet! I'm saving them like precious treasures. The only reason I'm able to do this is because I purchased half a month's income in sweets for our trip before I knew about said chocolates. I even avoided buying chocolate thinking that it would just melt in the car. I changed my mind.
Oh! Our trip! It was delightful. We drove over 2000 miles total, took lots of pictures, and laughed about things that my mother would blush to know that we laughed about. :) And my mom doesn't blush at anything except too much... um.... humor about things like bodily functions, and "bedroom talk". Anyways, we had a really great time. We did hike for about 4 hours on Saturday in the rockies - it was so beautiful. Our hike was a 3 mile round-trip hike, going uphill the entire way there, and downhill on the way back. Our trip back was about half the time that our trip in was. Also, I was horrified to discover on our return to the hotel that our hike was considered "easy to moderate". If that was easy?!?! Then I'm... just... speechless. Because it was anything BUT easy, people. I actually think that I had a hard time getting started because I had a bit of altitude sickness. I drank tons of water and walked super slow. Lots of elderly people and small children passed by me with looks of pity. After a bit I started to feel better, and was able to move along nicely. I gave myself little internal pep-talks like "Just one step at a time. You can do this." and imagining myself as this totally B.A. hiker girl who does this thing all the time! I started to imagine what my hiking wardrobe would look like, which of my friends I would hike with on a regular basis... my imagination went wild. You'd think I'd be admiring the gorgeous landscape, the larger-than-life mountains, the picturesque lakes... well, sure. I was thinking about them too... when I was taking pictures and imagining that I was a professional photographer, hiking to remote locations to take award winning pictures of the Rocky Mountains.
Yeah. I know. You don't have to tell me that I should've stopped being Anne Shirley at least 10 years ago.
Anyways, the only thing about the trip that I could come close to complaining about was my own brain. I was so out of it. Since the beginning of my pregnancy with Andrew, my brain has vacated the premises. I can no longer engage in rational thought, pay attention for more than .5 second, or understand subtle wit. Too bad. Part of the problem this caused was my less than stellar navigation, and I also decided to format the memory card in my camera. I thought to myself "there's nothing important on here..." and bam! Gone. Pictures, videos, all gone. In a flash. I said "Ok, all better." and Adam was like "What do you mean 'it's all better'?"
"I formatted my card."
"You WHAT?!? Tell me you're joking."
"No... there wasn't anything on there."
"No, except for the 20 pictures you just took while we were stopped at that scenic outlook..."
In honor of former "WOW" jargon... "/facepalm"
However, my hero, Adam, recovered all those pictures for me, and saved the day. Isn't he the best ever? Not only did he save all my photos from death-by-airhead, but he also bought me chocolates. I simply adore him.
