From Airport to Water Park, My Husband Puns on

I hate the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport

This past week my husband and I picked up one of our friends from the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. He was coming to stay with us for the week on vacation. My husband, of course, was ecstatic.  Me, I wasn’t too keen to go to the D/FW airport. I’d been there only once while waiting for my flight to connect, but I’d never left the terminal. I’d heard horror stories about the place–about how huge it was, how easy it was to get lost, and how it even had its own bus system to ferry people around in. Since I was going to be in the airport’s Hyatt Regency hotel in about a month, I was curious to scope the place out and get an idea of what was to come.

Everything I’d ever heard about the airport was true. It was huge. You had to pay to get in and out (that was a new one for me). The place was a city and even harder to navigate if you didn’t know where you were going. Cars were everywhere–I would feel more comfortably driving 60 mph in a Wal-Mart parking lot than crawling at 20 mph in that place.

Of course, trying to get from the airport to the other side of Dallas during 5pm rush hour was even worse. And I’m moving to this place why? Thankfully, we managed to get home safely at about 1 am, but it is a trip I’m not eager to repeat.

My husband can drive me nuts

Once my husband was safely ensconced with his best friend, he then proceeded to remind me just how big a nerd and how annoying he can be. Since Wednesday, I’ve heard him talk 6 straight hours about his favorite video game, two straight hours of body-themed puns and endless rehash-our-college years stories. Oh, and today when we went to a local burger joint (it sells really good burgers) and the waitress asked who does this meal belong to, he said, “optimus prime.” After which, my husband and his best friend discussed the aerodynamics of a thrown coconut and how much force it would exert upon impact.

Seriously? Optimus Prime?

I love my husband, but sometimes, he makes me want to bang my head against the wall.

I can’t complain about everything that happened this week

Not to say I didn’t have fun hanging with my husband. We went to Schlitterbahn, the local water park here in San Antonio. After waiting in line for an hour to get on one of the rides (and listening to way too many puns), we floated down the rivers for about two hours, ate ice cream and shared a funnel cake. I haven’t had funnel cakes since I was a kid. It was great.

After Schlitterbahn, we went to Cooper’s for barbecue. If you’ve never been to a Cooper’s, I feel sorry for you. You have no idea what you’re missing. It’s the best barbecue in the world, in my opinion. (The sign said second best in Texas. I would like to know who is number one, just so I can go on a road trip and see for myself if it’s true.) It’s expensive, but worth every penny.

We also went and saw Ant Man, and it was worth it the second time around.

Other than hanging out, swimming, eating barbecue and listening to too many puns, I also worked my butt off and wrote a ton on my story. Once I finally finish it, it’s going to be well over 100,000 words. Of course, once I finish it I’ll still have more work to do. ACFW conference is in a month and I have to work on that, as well.

I almost want a vacation from my vacation. I’m tired, slightly stressed from all this writing, and I am looking forward to having my home to myself (and my husband) again.