Possumblog

Exit 32

Which is my euphemism for heading home.

It's about that time, or, at least, it's SUPPOSED to be about that time, but I haven't heard from Reba to see if she's going to leave on time today (right now) or will be late. [Editor's note--4:42: Wife expected to leave around 5:00. Ish. Maybe)

At least she does let me drive. Maybe I've just gotten more jumpy, but it seems she's become much more inattentive when she's behind the wheel. When I'm driving, she seems to have the same reaction, but it's because she's never paying attention to what I'm doing until suddenly she decides to look up and sees brake lights or someone swerving or moving over, and since she hadn't seen them before, she apparently thinks I haven't seen them either.

I did, sugar, I promise. Which is why I might seem as though I'm not listening to you. (Obviously, that last comment is said silently to myself.)

She's also very demonstrative when she talks, which is lively and engaging when she's standing on the floor or sitting in a chair, but rather not when in a vehicle under her pilotage. Usually she's talking away happily and both hands are flying around faster than Marlee Matlin's. (And Rrowl, by the way.) Or, if she's not talking with her hands, she has them stuck through the wheel, resting on top of the spokes. AARRRGHHHHHH! I can't stand it when people poke their hands into the inside of the steering wheel! (Obviously, that last comment is said silently to myself.)

But, no matter what, I still think she's cute, and she DOES put up with me, so I really don't have too much to complain about.

ANYway, see you all tomorrow.

(By the way, the website I got that photo link of the Interstate sign from is one of the most oddly fascinating things I've found. It has pictures of every single Interstate directional sign (and most major highways as well) for every state in the Union. Or at least it seems that way.)

Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 7, 2005 04:51 PM