Bigger than you think.

I was trying to get a different post up, one with a video. But it just wont work, so I will wait for my all knowing husband to get home and see if he can figure it out! And if you are Riley then you can skip this post as I literally just copied and pasted from the letter I wrote you this week... haha. Saved me from write'n it twice! 

And for the rest of you this is a story that makes Jared and I look a little silly, but since it's mostly just family who reads this I thought some of you might get a kick out of it!

So we have been wanting/needing a new microwave, like bad. Like I could no longer really warm up Elsa's ice cubes of food in it because it took too long. However I assured Jared I could do without and just warm stuff up on the stove. I have been making our popcorn on the stove for months as it was.

Well there was a grand opening of a Canadian Tire near our house and we were looking through the flyer for it, and there was a really nice microwave on for pretty cheap, so Jared suggested we go check it out. So we loaded up the kids and headed over to the zoo... seriously tho that Canadian Tire was THE busiest store I think I have been in in my life! We located the last of the on sale microwaves and snatched it up. 

Then Jared suggested we go just take a look at the BBQ's...

Well there happened to be a good one of those on sale too.
Jared said that since he had been working so many hours and we were doing okay money wise for now that he felt we could do one "summer splurge" and get ourselves a BBQ (you should also know that we had tried to restore a bbq left at the big apartment garbage can before this, but it was junk and we didn't think we could make it work).

So we went through the check out with our microwave and bbq in tow, feelin pretty good. 
Now to get it all home. And Jared was pretty sure it would fit into our "huge trunk"....
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.... keep laughing.

Well there we stood, I had gotten the kids into the car and pulled the car up to the front of the CanTire, we moved the stroller into the backseat with the kids, then tried with all our might to fit the bbq into the trunk (just so we don't seem totally re-stupid. The bbq was mostly disassembled and came in a box that was about half the size of a built bbq). Well the box was probably not even a cm too big for the opening of our trunk. 

So then Jared suggested we try putting it in the passenger seat....
hahahahahahahahahahaha.

ya that didn't work either. 
We must have looked like a couple'a stupids this whole time.

So then I suggest that we leave the bbq at customer service, go home unload the kids and carseats, and then Jared could go back and we could pray that it would fit into the backseat....
and while we are discussing this option, and we are about to head to customer service, this elderly guy (okay, he was like my Dad's age) steps up to us and says:
"where yous guys headed?"
us- "over by the university."
"okay then, I'll go get my truck, we'll throw this bbq into the back, one of you can come with me, and one of you can drive your own car, and I'll take this to your place for you."

Oh. My. Sweet Man of Mercy. 

Seriously, he must of had had a good chuckle watching us dough heads from afar, decided he had seen enough and that we were actually in dire straights for a little compassion and offered a helping hand! 

While the nice Man got his truck I handed Jared the only money I had, a $20 and told him to give it to him and then offer him anything else he wanted, time, labour, a back rub.... haha but seriously. 

Then I got in the car and drove our babies and our new microwave home, and luckily the super nice man didn't want our money or even Jared's body... he just wants us to buy a grad gown/smock thing and hat when Jared graduates, as he is the owner of the company who makes/supplies them to the University Graduates here. Thanks goodness! We should have invited him for a bbq sometime, but we were a little slow to think of that one. But if I ever run into him again I will!

The conclusion of this story: it's just way better to live closer to family. Or have friends with bigger vehicles than you.