Happy Mother's Day?

So yesterday morning I woke up to my little guy carrying in a big box and heaving it up on the bed. Husband walked in behind and said "Happy Mother's Day" so I eagerly put on my glasses to see what my sweet family brought me. You can imagine my surprise when I saw a blow-up kiddie pool complete with a slide and elephant that sprinkles the pool through his trunk. Husband promptly told me that was from Tiny who handed me a card as I walked out the bedroom. As I opened the card (which subsequently was a picture of a half-naked cowboy...how that says I love you Mom is beyond me), a piece of paper fell out. I picked this paper up and read "I owe you one pair of running shoes today!" which was written on a receipt that was torn in half...thanks? I then questioned Husband on where and when he picked up the blow-up kiddie pool...he apparently left the house at 6:30 Sunday morning when he let out MIL's dog and went to Kroger to pick up a card. While in the card isle with 5 other last-minute dads, he saw a sign that said $10.00 off and got the pool....thanks, honey.

Deliverance via Magazine, AR

We shipped off the little man and went on a weekend hiking trip to Mt. Magazine, Arkansas last weekend with two of our friends. While planning the trip and where to stay, I didn't have a lot of luck finding someplace near the state park but found a 2 bedroom cabin in Magazine, AR that we got for $95.00 a night as the lady gave us a $50.00 discount for the high gas prices. I booked it and shortly got an email confirming our reservation with a disclaimer stating "the front doesn't look like much but it's got a great view and is nice inside". This disturbed me but with no other options, I went along with it (note: I purposely didn't send this email to our friends, just Husband). We left around 4:00 Friday and got to Magazine around 10:15. After finding the road and GPS conveniently telling us we had arrived after we came to a fork in the road, I took out her directions and read them to Husband who was driving. At this point, I asked if everyone was ready to get anally raped by a hillbilly...little did I know we would soon meet one of the folks Deliverance was filmed after. The directions said "when you get to the y, stay right, we are the first driveway on the right". Easy enough, right? We found the first driveway and pulled in. The first thing we noticed was a permanent double-wide that looked like it had just been hit by a tornado...the roof was falling in, insulation was sticking out, etc. At this point, I decided to let our friends know about the comment made by the homeowner that the front didn't look like much. I'm not a high-maintenance kind of gal but I kissed the $200.00 we already paid goodbye as I was NOT going to be staying here. We kept on driving down the towards the main "house" which was also a permanent double-wide with an RV outside. Seeing as it was 10:30 at night by this time, everything was pitch black and we saw a light go on inside. A man with no shirt on poked his head out while smoking a cigarette. We rolled out windows down and asked if he was Robin or if Robin was there to which he politely replied "No...there ain't no Robin here". I then asked if he knew where Cherokee Inn was located as we received wrong directions. In his nasally twang, he kindly said "this ain't no fucking inn...you got to go down that fucking road a ways..." With this detailed description and the fact that no one in the car spoke hillbilly, we apologized and promptly backed out of there. We eventually found the house which subsequently was the first driveway on the left, not the right, and which turned out to be quite nice (or it just seemed that way after seeing what we thought the first option was). Only in Arkansas...