Manic Monday #47 - Explosive
Posted by: Ash in Manic Monday, tags: explosive, Manic Monday When I saw the word for today was Explosive, I was going to create something visual. But then I had an explosive occurrence this weekend.
Now, normally, I wouldn’t say anything negative about my hubby here on my blog, but, well, he has an explosive temper and to be truthful, when I saw the word, that was the first thing to pop into my head.
To his credit, I will say, he has come a long ways since I met him and his explosive outbursts are now few and far between. As a matter of fact, his last major explosive outburst caused him to break his hand when he hit the refrigerator door. A very good lesson for him!
So, all of that said- This weekend his neck/shoulder were spasming and he was in a lot of pain and therefore took some heavy duty muscle relaxants and pain killers. On Saturday, we decided to take our dog to the dog park. He should have stayed home as these meds make your brain mush and knock one out, but he went along.
He ended up just staying in the car and sleeping while I did the doggy park thing.
So, once we were done, dog in hubby’s lap, on the way home, I thought it’d be nice to stop at Sonic and buy one of our fav drinks there - a Route 44 Cherry Limeade ( for those who don’t know, I think it is a bit more than 64 ounces)
Well, we were in hubby’s car, he has a Saab (no drink holders) so he installed these very nifty drink holders on the doors, but with this drink being so big and top heavy, one has to keep a finger on it and hold it on corners or it will topple out.
Now, he had slept, I thought he was awake and doing OK.
He didn’t say a word regarding this drink when I was ordering it and there was no way I could hold it on my side as his car is a manual.
So, he has the drink in his drink holder, holding it with a few fingers.
We are on our way home, happy dog, my mouth salivating, anxious for the sweet cherry limeade elixir to hit my throat once we got home.
All, is fine, until we got on the very winding street to our house. I hadn’t noticed, but he had dozed off……
I rounded a corner and suddenly this huge drink of pink heaven is flying out of the holder and all over the floor on his side.
At this point, an explosive reaction occurred. Ummm…I dare not even repeat the words and the actions. The poor dog was terrified and I thought hubby would bust his door and break his elbow and I think the entire county heard him. Wasn’t pretty.
This explosive reaction went on for another 10 minutes while the dog and I hid.
I lost every ounce of my precious drink….my last visual was of that bright juicy cherry sittng next to that glorious wedge of lime, glistening in a pile of pink ice, about 3 inches deep all over the floorboard of hubby’s car.
One redeeming quality of hubby’s explosive temper is that after his explosion, he is fine. He never holds grudges or harbors his anger. A soaked pink floorboard mat is draining on the porch. And I, well, I am still craving a Route 44 Cherry Limeade from Sonic.



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