Yesterday it snowed all day – very pretty – about four inches or so (I don’t know – I didn’t take a ruler out there). Therefore, this morning was this season’s first trying-to-find-the-optimal-speed-where-I-don’t-wipe-out-and-then-getting-behind-a-car-going-30-miles-per-hour-experience. It was a joy, let me tell you. Namby Pamby Driver. It’s my new favorite phrase, which is funny since I’m much less adventurous than I used to be. But come on – 30 mph on a mostly dry road? Pfft!
I emailed Dr. M to let him know that I arrived at work safely, and the following exchange ensued (it was about the fact that he was starving after graduation on Saturday & yet couldn’t manage to actually eat any food):
Dr. M: Among the dumb things I did on the way home Saturday was actually pull in to get my car washed! The line wasn’t moving, so I abandoned the idea. Of course I could have eaten some of my food while waiting. Sometimes…
Bug: Sometimes you remind me of Shelby from Steel Magnolias. Just drink the damn juice already! :)
Dr. M: Shelby! *tears up*
Bug: And don’t you go having any babies either!
Dr. M: I don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies!
See, we have culture in our house. Just throw in a Mummy or O Brother Where Art Thou reference (Do. Not. Seek. The Treasure.) and our repertoire would be complete.
Happy Monday! Don’t let the NPDs get you down.