Wednesday night we had a really bad storm come through town. I was driving home from work and had to literally stop on the freeway due to zero visibility with my wipers on hyper speed. The wind gusts were downright mindshattering. I was driving my truck (which doubles as a wind sail during storms due to it’s large side profile) and could actally feel the truck lift up when the wind was hitting me head on. The news said we had near 70 MPH wind gusts!
Anyways, I made it home without blowing away. I was waiting for one of two things to happen… the tree in front of our house to fall on our roof, …or the power to go out. One of the two was inevitable…
So, in the mean time I cooked dinner (Momma was not feeling well). I made Taco Salad, but I forgot to buy the Taco Seasoning on the way home from work. So I made the taco salad without the seasoning. So really it was hamburger and chili bean salad…tasted about as good as it sounds. 😆
I set up Ace’s chair in the living room and gave Ace a plate with some hamburger and beans, but he would have nothing to do with it. I don’t blame him…it was gross, but I could not let a whole pound of hamburger go to waste, so I ate it anyways. 🙂
I gave Ace a handful of potato chips to keep him busy until I could get back with ole’ faithful…a hot dog. This kid is going to turn into a hot dog if we are not careful. 😀
Of course all the hot dogs were frozen, so I put one on the microwave for two minutes to thaw and cook it real quick. The microwave beeped when it was done, and I pressed the button to open the microwave door….
All the power in our house went out. My first thought was “Where the hell is Ace?” I could just see him getting scared, running to find me, and falling and hurting himself on the corner of some piece of furniture. “He is probably freaking out right about now!”, I think to myself. Then I remembered he was strapped into his chair.
So I start making my way into the living room, tripping over toys and cussing under my breath the whole way. 😆
I get to the living room and can not remember where I set up his chair. Was it on the left or right side of the couch? Remember it was pitch black. I could not see anything.
I called Ace’s name, but he did not make a peep. So I start slowly making my way through the living room with my arms outstretched feeling for his chair, head, arms, whatever. And then I hear it…
“Crunch, crunch, crunch.”
“What the hell is that?” I say to myself.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch.”
I make my way towards the noise and find Ace sitting there in the pitch black room, strapped to his chair, still enjoying his potato chips…just crunching away like nothing ever happened.
Paranoid Dad much? 😳