the one that got away

We have a front porch sadly lacking a sweet, happy little bench. I have put off finding one. For all of you with little boys who hate to shop you understand why my sorry porch sits waiting, longing for its bench. I've been waiting patiently for the day when that bench will fall into my path...everything else seems to happen that way. If I just wait long enough I always happen to find my perfect item of need on sale or as someone else's junk that I view as my longed for treasure. Believe me, I wish I had the time, oh yah, & not to mention the money to always get what I want but more often than not, I must patiently wait for my turn.



So yesterday I thought my time had come! While driving (or to be more specific, riding..the hubby was controlling the car) in traffic, I spied a perfectly neglected, but with oh-so-much-potential bench riding in the back of a fellow braking driver's truck. "AAHHH!!" I breathed "That would look so darn cute on our front porch Babe!! BABE! Do you see it?!" I wanted so bad to roll down my window & ask them if they wanted to sell it to me & I said so. I kept trying to catch the drivers eye but I didn't even know if I really had the guts to ask. Up ahead I spied Goodwill & suddenly I was driven by HOPE... "SLOW DOWN BABE! I have to see if they pull into Goodwill! What if..What if they are getting rid of it?!!" The hubby, who most definitely does not share in the joy of finding the perfect addition to my decorating, kept driving. As I watched in my rearview mirror I saw their blinker go on & knew.. O Joy!..they were turning! I begged Good Hubby to please, please turn the car around, I will die if I do not get that bench. Meanwhile I had broken into a heated sweat, my body on fire. Good Hubby was not amused & did not see the need to turn around. I had to bring on the big guns..."You don't want to see me happy? So happy I'm jumping for joy?" Oh yah..guilt trip baby. Sometimes its called for as a last resort. He turned around.



We pulled into the Goodwill parking lot & lo & behold there was my beautiful bench with so much potential..still sitting in the back of the truck as the driver was hopping back into his driver seat &...wait! wait!..leaving. My balloon of hope deflated as we followed them through the parking lot towards the exit. So much for that. Meanwhile the silly 3 yr old in the back kept hollering "Mommy Mommy aren't you going to talk to that man? I wike that bench too! I want that bench Mommy!" All I could do was sigh with dissappoint that my turn was not that day & share a smile with Sweet Sweet Hubby as we listened to that little voice who Mommy must be training oh so well!

I just wish I had a picture so you could have drooled along with me! I still am mourning my bench that got away. Sadly my porch looks even more desolate today.