For those of you that don't know, Lisa has been slowly furnishing our house and is on the verge of completing the living room. More than a year after buying couches, we bought a coffee table and two end tables. I thought going to every furniture store in Houston multiple times to look at coffee tables was bad, but little did I know . . .
After we got the tables, Lisa decided we really needed a rug. So we returned to all the same furniture stores to look at their rugs. If you have ever shopped for rugs, you know that it is quite a hassle to look at them when stacked or hanging. Lisa eventually picked one from Lowes. We bought it, brought it home and decided it was too small. They didn't have a larger one in the same style, so we bought the size we wanted in a different pattern to see if we liked the size. We liked the size, but wanted the first pattern. After some research on lowes.com we found that the Lowes in Austin had the one Lisa wanted (Note: lowes.com is very difficult to use as you have to go to each lowes location to search for items, and there is no way to search all locations for an item.) We try to order it online, but it wont let us since we live too far from Austin. Lisa calls and they inform her that they will not ship it to Houston or transfer it to a Houston Lowes location. They say our only option is to go to Austin to pick it up.
I immediately say no. There is no way we are driving to Austin to get a rug. This was a mistake. I suggest we find a similar rug in Houston, so we visit the same stores again to find a rug, but Lisa is set on the Lowes Rug in Austin. Did I mention it is the only store in Texas that has the rug and they happen to have three of them?
I eventually give in after wasting time at other furniture stores and we decide to go to Austin. (Note: I also tried to get a co-worker to get it on one of his trips to Austin, but his car is too small). We rationalize the trip with the idea that we will stop to see the sites, have a picnic and visit the blue bell factory.
Saturday morning we head out for Austin on 290. Along the way we call the Blue bell factory to see when the tours are etc. They inform us that they don't have tours on weekends and the store closes early. It also starts to rain or I mean pour. Halfway there BC finally falls asleep. I had been drinking a diet DP and needed to go to the restroom, but since BC was sleeping, Lisa didn't want to stop and wake him and was going to force me to pee in a bottle. Well as I am driving I decide to attempt to use the bottle, but Lisa says no and lets me exit to use the restroom. BC does wake up and doesn't go back to sleep. We uneventfully get the rug from lowes and try to use the Garmin to find a local Austin restaurant to take advantage of being out of town. After a few u-turns and Restaurants that only exist in the Garmin universe, we give up and go to a Waffle house we saw on the way into town.
As we are eating in the waffle house, a curmudgeon looking man comes into the restaurant with a trach. I go to point him out to Lisa as he walks up and "pets" the boy's head and says how cute he is. This is kind of freaky since he is a stranger and that he has to plug his trach with his finger to talk. He finally goes to his seat. He says something to me and I nod politely. Then all of a sudden he is next to me again to show me pictures of his kids and grand kids. I politely look at the pictures and comment about how lucky he is etc. As he is standing there, BC is not happy and is in fact quite terrified of the creepy old dude that is spitting through a tube in his neck. I mean BC is screaming and trying as hard as he can to get out of his high chair into Lisa's lap. Lisa is doing all that she can to consul him, but the creepy guy doesn't even notice or take the hint to go away when Lisa and I mention that he is scaring the child. He eventually left and BC calmed down.
We drive back to Houston in the rain and it only clears up as we get on beltway 8.
After all this we finally put the rug in the living room and That rug really ties the room together ***Warning: Clip contains foul language***
Finally we are done . . . What we need lamps now???
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