Two stories for you:
Chunga's
I had heard good things about this Mexican restaurant in Provo and, keeping in mind that my husband loves Mexican food, decided that we should try it one day. I look up the address and it's on Freedom Boulevard, not too far from where we live. I didn't write the address down (mistake!). We drive up and down Freedom Boulevard for a good 10 minutes trying to find it. We decided to come home and get their phone number to make sure the address was right. Sure enough it was. We attempt again to find it and voila. It is TWO DOORS DOWN from the Spin Zone. Sound familiar? The Spin Zone is where I do the laundry every week.*
Where are my keys? In the locked car? Oops.
This has happened twice in the past year, the most recent occurrence on Friday during my lunch break. I was sneakily trying to get everything arranged for Kevin's birthday and had stopped to get gas. So, I filled up the tank just to turn around and realize that I didn't have the keys and the doors were locked! Kevin had to come and unlock the door for me in the middle of the day. And he did not seem upset in the slightest by coming to my rescue. (In my defense, both of the keys-getting-locked-in-the-car incidents happened while I was on the phone with Kevin.)
*Except for the last 2 weeks. Kevin has been the one at the Spin Zone. Crazy connection to my stories: he was at the Spin Zone when I needed him to come unlock the car for me.
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Oh Tess, I loved reading your stories. I definitely have dark hair but I also DEFINITELY do things like this all the time. Did I ever tell you my story about soup and the baby shower? Anyway, you are so cute. Reading this put a big smile on my face.:)
Ohhh! I hope to find a husband like him. How sweet is that? Also, I almost locked my keys in the car yesterday--or so I thought. I can totally relate to the experience, although it turned out that I just left my keys in the store.
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