Now that it's too late to jinx ourselves,
I'll say, "Big E and I had plans to get away this weekend."
So this trip? I kept it on the down-low.
I was all, "Universe, this is no big deal.
Don't take any notice of this."
And the Universe was all,
"Well, you might be planning something,
so here is a virus, and a strep throat scare."
And I said, "Oh, is that all you can manage?
I blow my nose at you!"
Friday morning Big E and I stealthily gathered
our overnight bag and vacation reading.
We played it cool. We drove to a quilt show.
Meandering was done, as was some shopping,
as if to say, "We don't have plans..
we don't have anywhere we need to go."
Then, we turned away from home,
and headed out of state.
And the Universe woke up.
It said, "HEY! Those are romantic plans you have!"
At which point I must interrupt my story.
You know when something really bad is going
to happen, and time slows way down,
and your brain speeds up,
but there isn't anything your body can do?
Well, as we waited to get onto the interstate,
a semi misjudged its turn, and we had nowhere to go.
As we watched it coming closer and closer to us,
I thought, "The Universe hates a romantic weekend."
Followed very closely by,
"We are going to spend the weekend buying a new car."
And then... it missed us.
I don't know how it did it, it was so close.
You couldn't have fit a grape between us.
Stunned. The light changed, and we moved on.
And know what?
The rest of our trip was fabulous.
But I wouldn't have admitted it until we were safely home.