I need to stop somewhere.

Scarier words were never spoken.

There may come a day when I won't let Tim come with me when I run errands, but I still want the company. So, for now, I will enjoy it when he joins me on those jaunts, and just pray that I won't hear some form of the following statements:

"Honey, I need to stop somewhere while we're in the area."

"It will only take a minute."

" I know exactly what I'm looking for."

Most of the time, it does only take a minute for him to come out empty-handed. But there are some days, like one a couple of weeks ago, where instead of his sighs and my inner celebrations, we end up with his sh*t-eatin' grin and my head buried in my hand, shaking.

My first words to him, as he got in the car with this, were, "IT BETTER HAVE BEEN CHEAP!"

It wasn't.

[smh]