I sometimes bring the spouse on my little jaunts, and my most recent excusion to Elk Ridge was one of those together-trips. As the trip was spontaneous and my idea, I graciously drove the whole way there, and I kinda figured that The Husband would find great kindness in his heart and volunteer to do the driving back. Yeah, it didn’t really work out that way. He volunteered to do the “first leg.” That leg ended after three and a half hours, and then he became what you see here: a snoring lump with the companionship of our teeny rat dog.
I was to his left belting my best with the Barenaked Ladies, U2, and Dave Matthews tunes courtesy of my iPod—the friend that doesn’t fall asleep.
2 comments:
Hi 'lil Soph! I think she's smiling at me!
Wow I don't like driving that much... More power to you!
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