I Should Be In St. George Right Now.

Yesterday was just a typical day in the life of Grand Pooba, starting out the day with a steamin hot caramel macchiato and ending the day by falling asleep while reading a book. What happened in between was not so ordinary.

About 3:00 yesterday I had just finished frosting some cupcakes (wearing my new Easter Apron of course) when I got a phone call from my sister. I answered the phone (which in itself is a miracle, your welcome Lindee) and she started small talk, the usual, what ya doin? Oh, that's cool. etc. When I finally asked what she's up to and she replied by casually saying,

"Oh we're just stranded."




I'm thinking Okay, she lost her keys again. But she told me what happened, Lin (sis), Lance (her husband) and Logan (their adorable child) went to Emigration Canyon to hike and hang out, and when they were ready to leave, the car key broke off in the trunk keyhole so they couldn't start the car.

And Lindee made sure that I was aware that this time,


IT. WAS. NOT. HER. FAULT.


It was her hub who broke the key off in the lock. Which of course I didn't believe because I can't count how many times she has locked her keys in the car or lost her keys, cell phone, wallet, Logan, & her mind. etc. etc. (Just kidding bout the Logan part, please don't call child services)


So I told her I'd come and pick them up. I had no idea where Emigration Canyon was (yes I've lived in Utah 27 years and still didn't know) So Lance gave me some directions and I go to google maps and got directions from my house, which Google tells me is 46 minutes away.




I threw a few water bottles and a batch of cupcakes in the car and I was on my way. Of course I hit traffic on the freeway which made the drive very pleasant for me. Finally I get into the canyon and I'm driving, and driving, and driving expecting to run right into Lin & Lance at the end of the road. After driving over an hour I start seeing office buildings and realize I just drove right through the whole canyon to the other side.


Shit.


So I call them up and it turns out they were giving me directions from the opposite way that I came. Whoops, my fault no wonder I couldn't find them! So I had to turn around and drive back into the Canyon, this time the directions were right on, imagine that.

So after 2 hours of driving, I finally found them. Grand Pooba to the rescue! Too bad I left my tights and cape at home. So we packed them up and were we are finally on our way out of the canyon, again.

Logan was doin so great, he was so cute and happy to see me, but of course who wouldn't be? So we ate cupcakes and I drove them up to Layton where they borrowed my baby sis's car to drive another 20 minutes up North to get their spare keys, and then drive back up the canyon to their car.

My part was done! Phew! I felt so bad for them, because they're journey was still not done! But I finally was able to drive back south to Sandy and I end up getting home at 7:00 pm. Lets see, I left at 3:00, got back at 7:00, that's 4 hours spent driving!




I could've driven to St. George in that amount of time and be mooching off my BFF DeAnna, pinching her kids' cute cheeks and raiding her refrigerator right now!


Yep De, you are so missing out! I blame Lindee.