But the number #1 thing I hate, hate, hate to do more than anything in this world .is say the words Im sorry.
I hate to admit I am wrong ever!
Its not that Im not sometimes wrong. In fact, Im probably wrong a lot of the time. But I absolutely HATE to admit it and will do all I can to avoid admitting it.
So, given this is practically a once in a lifetime occurrence I thought what better way to admit I was wrong, to my dear husband, than to proclaim it in the local paper. So here goes
Brody I was terribly, terribly wrong. And you were soooo right. Becky is a complete screw up and I never, ever, ever should have relied on her to plan our Fall trip! I am so sorry!
(Whew there I said it and it was easier than I thought it would be.)
My husband lives for his vacations. And every Fall we take a trip to the beach with our friends. But last year, when it was time to sign back up, Becky and I decided that next year we wanted to head up north to the big city!
It will be fun! Becky and I will plan the whole thing.
Well as usual things happened. (Or more to the point I told Becky to plan it and she didnt.)
And so now, one week before Fall break is set to begin (and Wilson County as we know it comes to a grinding halt as everyone heads to the beach) we are not going anywhere.
I mean we will go somewhere but it will just cost twice as much and probably wont be the best of accommodations since most places are completely booked one week out. (Who knew?)
And my husband, is really, really mad at me.and Becky.
I didnt realize, however, the level of his discontent until this weekend - when Becky and I came upon Brody and Jay appearing to be planning the trip themselves.
All I heard were the words Fall Creek Falls, tent and then something called a Pop Up.
At which point I turned to Becky and asked Whats a Pop Up?
She turned pale Oh, God. You are going to be soooo sorry, you didnt sign up for the beach!
by Angel Kane, Wilson Living Magazine
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