“Stop at the next rest area and let me drive” my husband says between clenched teeth.
Can simmering agitation cause cavities?
“Why? What’s wrong with my driving?” I ask while applying fresh lip gloss in the rear view mirror.
“Nothing if there were an official LaLa Lane”
LaLa Lane? Is that the one on the left?
“I’m not in LaLa land!” Digging through my purse “I’m was just trying to get a good station” Now where are those tweezers?
“Fine, let me know when I wake up from the coma if it was worth it” He turns to give the window his full attention and grumbles “I hope our wills are in order”
Just under two more hours to go! Squawks the GPS.
“Hey, did you know that they had a Men’s, Women’s and Unisex bathroom at the last rest stop?” I asked conversationally.
“So which one did you choose?”
Funny. I married a funny guy “Actually, I was a little confused. Why do you think they have that?”
“I don’t know. Why do you keep playing with every button in the car instead of concentrating on the road?”
Did I say funny?
Sometimes words fail.
Still just under two hours? Hasn’t like an hour passed already?
“Hey, you know…” Oh, I love that song….lemme just program that station… “I read something hysterical on Bugginword the other day….she came up with the funniest name....hey, when did they put that there?......anyway, what do you think of the name Magillicutty Vagina Juice....”
“Pull over and let me drive!”
“Your mind is obviously overflowing with Magillicutty Vagina Juice and, if you don’t mind, I don’t feel like dying today”
His features always look way more relaxed from the driver’s side anyway. And I’m all about making him more relaxed (-: