Hoping for a less stressful weekend...

Last weekend, Stacey and I hooked up again in the Rock (that's Little Rock for the outside world), and I felt like Mr. Murphy chased us up and down the Ozarks.

As a child, Stacey had visited and vacationed in Hot Springs, AR on multiple occasions. For months, she has ranted and raved about wanting to go back, so we decided to take a trip over there this past weekend to see it and decide if we wanted to vacation there this summer. Well, let's just say that the old portions wasn't what she remembered and it was so overcrowded that we didn't stick around to find out much more than what was on the main drag and stop at a place called Crazy Cajun's to get some good Cajun food. With that in mind, we headed back to the Rock to go shopping and find other things to do. When we got back that evening, I started feeling queasy and woke up sick Sunday morning.

Well, let's just say that my cold medicine did too good of a job breaking up my respiratory infection into a massive tummy trauma. Even after I paid homage to porcelein deities, we tried to check out of the hotel and go home, but something else arose. Stacey's car would not start... We left, ate lunch and came back, still no luck. Wasted more time and tried again, and the ignition was locked. By then, I'm getting sick again and finally give in and re-check into the hotel. Being Sunday, we try to get help, but to no avail. I get so sick that Stacey feels bad for me and goes to Wal-Mart to pick up some supplies to settle my stomach and some detergent to wash clothes. While there, the town creep follows Stacey through the Wal-Mart parking lot and she has to return to the store to get an escort. While hiding in the vision center, she finds out that this nut who chased her in the parking lot has done this on multiple occasions, yet no one has done anything about it. Great! So I have the town idiot making my already paranoid wife even more paranoid. Can I send you the bill for the prozac?

On Monday, we finally get a wrecker to get Stacey's car to the local dealership and we get the car fixed just before lunch. New starter/ignition cylinder and the car was up and running again. Meanwhile, my stomach settles down long enough to get drive home.

Surely, this weekend will be better...