Our Manic Monday word today is trip!!
Granny and Grandpa Freeman were taking a trip. They were going down across the line to view some horses they might be buying, to ad to their ranch stock. This was their first trip this year, and the first time they'd taken a horse buying trip across the line. They were both looking forward to it, though neither would admit it to the other one, they each just acted as if it was a thankless job they 'had' to do.
"Grandpa, did you go down to that insurance office and get us some travel insurance?"
"What the heck you talking about, woman?" he questioned her. "We haven't ever gotten no special insurance to go on a horse buyin' trip. Why would we do it now?"
"We have never gone across the line before either. When we're traveling around here we don't need special insurance, but to go 'cross the line we do." She matter-of-factually informed her husband of 40 years.
"Well I never heard such foolishness," he scoffed. "Now I want some more of those pancakes, Mother," he changed the subject.
Granny got up and went to make him some more pancakes. She knew after all these years that that her husband's bark was worse than his bite. It was their way of talking to each other, and yet they loved each other dearly. It had been a good choice she'd made all those years ago when he'd gotten on his knee and begged her to be his wife, and she'd said yes to that young cowboy in those tight jeans and fancy boots. She knew that he was happy with the match too. They liked the same things and got along just fine. Oh yes, they talked a little tough with each other, and they loved each other. In the last 40 years they'd never even had a fight, and they'd always had each others back when the chips were down.
"Here's your pancakes, Old Man." She put the plate down on the table in front of him. "After breakfast dishes are done, I'll go finish packing our stuff so we can be on the road by 10am. I'll pack a picnic lunch for us to eat on the road."
"Yup, that would be good. As soon as I get back from the insurance agency I'll hook up the horse trailer and be ready to hit the road when you are."
She hid a smile behind her napkin, and suspected he did likewise behind that coffee cup.
6 comments:
That's sweet.
Very nice. I really enjoyed it
Cute story.
I like stories about long married couples. The good ones really do develop a short hand.
Great story, Alice! thanks for commenting at my blog! :)
I call my husband, Old Fart. Is that the same?
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