Praise the lord! Katie actually got her heart rate up for a short time this week!
Hang on, though.
Before you think it was some sort of physical activity, let me set the record straight.
She was watching the Celtics/Mavericks game on TV. The game went into double overtime and Katie—who apparently doesn’t have any real world concerns—got all worked up about it. Literally, her heart rate was at a dangerous level.
I thought Santa was going to bring me an early Christmas present in the form of Katie in a coffin.
Other than that, the highlight of my week was our trip to Spearfish. For one thing, it’s the second straight time I’ve been in the car with her when she hasn’t played “Straight Up” by Paula Abdul! It’s a miracle.
Secondly, she decided to go a day or two after we got hit with a bunch of snow and the wind was still blowing 20 miles an hour.
I’ve never really trusted Katie’s driving skills all that much—because I know what her intellectual level is (hint: it’s not high)—so her driving on slick surfaces in the wind with her check engine light on and a car that smells like burning oil if it runs for longer than 5 minutes was just a real treat. We white-knuckled it more than once and although I would be fine getting into a fiery car crash so I can escape this prison, if you are planning on being on a South Dakota road in the next few months, you might want to rethink your plans. Or else call ahead to find out where Katie is.
If you decide to drive anyway, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Until next week, I’m Ivan Denisovich. God bless.
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