AS THE TACO TURNS - Road Trippin Like a Belle on Wheels Part 3

Writers note: I began this story in my October post.  It is about our driving adventure from Seattle to Barra de Navidad.    


      A month before leaving Seattle I was walking on pins and needles.  I attributed part of my sour attitude to hormone fluctuations, part to anxiety concerning everything that had to be done before leaving for Mexico and part to Larrys irritating habits.  He is not unsanitary but he is messy.  My latest nit-picking was due to irreconcilable differences concerning laundry, or more to the point, his laundry.  We live in a loft condominium and the upstairs bedroom has a half wall.
      I was making coffee downstairs and was startled by the sound of  a pair of  BVDs pitched onto the dining room table.  "Geez Larry----how gross!  We eat on that table."  I growled. 
     He winced at his overshoot.  "Oops, sorry, I was aiming for the lamp."  He answered pseudo apologetically. 
     Socks were strewn across the room and one of them was perched on top of the floorlamp like a nightcap.   I mean really, how hard is it for him to place his undies in the hamper upstairs or better yet, walk them downstairs to the wash machine?
     I ventured into the office and sat down at the computer.  I Googled How to have a happy marriage while encouraging one's husband to clean up after himself and not nag him and be supportive and if that fails, whack him with a nine iron until he takes you seriously.  The search results were compelling.  Suicide came up first, followed by lampshade hangings, which I found disturbingly appropriate.  The next reference puzzled me.  It described symbols of affection attached to each anniversary.  I figured the words happy marriage and maybe iron had prompted this curious search result.  I found out after scrolling down the list that iron is the special remembrance for a sixth year anniversary.  We had recently celebrated our silver anniversary and I was inspired to read on.  The first anniversary has a paper theme but in my opinion, silver would be more appropriate.  Silver is the best conductor of heat and electricity on the planet and exemplifies the passionate high voltage currents coursing through the veins of a newlywed couple.  Paper is what dead fish are wrapped in.  Paper is what doctors' prescriptions are written on.  Wouldn't paper be a more logical choice for a twenty fifth year anniversary symbol?  The person who selected these symbols certainly lacked imagination.


Now here I am thirty days later and one week into our road trip.  I am laying on a king sized bed, staring at our reflection in a mirror above the bed.  Larry was laying face down with his arms and legs splayed across the mattress looking like a chalk outline from a crime scene photo.
    Being at this place at this time seemed cryptically relevant.  The no-tell-motel had altered my state of mind.  Its magic cast a spell over my tepid libido that bitchcraft couldn't break and frankly, I didn't mind a bit.  Hey, silver may tarnish over time but polish and patience makes it shine like new.  
     "Have you seen my briefs?" Larry asked while pulling back the sheets.  I nodded lovingly and pointed to the clothes peg on the wall. 
     "I found them in the ice bucket and hung them up for you." 
     Larry gave me a hug and planted a big, sloppy kiss on my forehead. 
     "Thanks baby, you take good care of me and my underwear too." 
     We dressed, shut the "loveshack" door behind us, and climbed into our car.