Me texting hubby: Sorry, I ‘climbed a tree’ dialed you

Me (a few seconds later): or more accurately I ‘climbed out of a wetland’ dialed you

Hubby: Still doesn’t make any sense you have to explain later

He needed something to ponder while sitting in his meetings yesterday.

Yesterday was my 39th (first time visiting 39, honestly) birthday. It was a beautiful Texas fall day here with a cloudless sky and temps in the high 60s. After stuffing myself at Scotty P’s with said hubby and our best friends..I decided I needed to move my body a bit and I wanted to do it outside..under some trees..preferably gorgeous fall-colored trees.

Being that I live in North Central Texas… ‘under’ and ‘trees’ don’t really go together especially when you through in the ‘fall-colored’ requirement. But about a half hour away is a little nature preserve called The Heard Museum and they’ve got a few small hiking trails. I changed into boots, grabbed my camera, and headed out.

It was just what I needed. The trails were empty, the day was beautiful. One trail is mostly a boardwalk along a wetland area. I was walking along happily looking around, swinging my arms..feeling good when the camera hanging from one of those swinging arms flew off my wrist, bounced along the boardwalk and right over the side. This was the first time all year I was thankful for the drought we’ve had for months..because the wetlands were not wet. Not even muddy.

So the camera was just lying on the ground…six feet below me. After deciding there were no ‘maintenance ladders’ in sight I spotted a multi-trunked tree at a junction in the boardwalk. You can figure it out from here… Fortunately there were no witnesses to my 39 year-0ld, super-curvy frame shimming down and back up the tree.

I checked my cell for the time after the mission was accomplished and I had..um..’tree dialed’ my husband. It had gone to voice mail, thankfully..but I really felt he needed an explanation..hence my texts. It made his day..I’m sure of it.