Matt and I just returned from a fabulous trip to the USA.
It was alot of driving. Normally, not my cup of tea.
But anytime Matt and I drive somewhere,
we have a disgusting amount of fun! Thats right. A disgusting amount.
We sing. Whether he’ll admit it or not. We BOTH sing.
He’s Sonny and I’m Cher. Minus the mustache and a body that is size 1.
….and we Dance. Oh, how we dance. Lets just say, I caught a few driver-by-ers, staring at our saweet moves. jealous.
However, as fun as driving is, I know that a certain somebody doesn’t trust another certain someone behind the steering wheel…
Just because I like to go a little bit faster than the designated speed limit, and sometimes I brake suddenly,
AND just because I have hit a curb…or two…or three, while turning corners does not mean that someone should
worry for their safety.
Afterall, I would be wearing a very cute pair of high heels.., (does that help my case at all??)
Its kind of funny because we both secretly know it that he has hestitations about my driving.
But it has never been said. Outloud.
Whenever I am behind the steering wheel, Matt isn’t able to fall asleep.
He claims: ‘I can’t sleep when anyone else is driving’…. ‘Its not you,It is if anyone is driving’….’Its hard to sleep in a car’.
So, you’re telling me that after 11 hours of driving, singing, dancing and NO redbull you can’t sleep for 15 minutes??
Common Mr. Burgess, you have to come up with a better story than that. I’m not buyin’ it.
On our drive home. He was pretty tired, so I suggested I drive.
Well he can’t say no… or what would that imply?
As I was driving safely I told him to close his eyes for 15 minutes straight, and just let your mind go into a total state of relaxation,
and you will automatically fall asleep.
I saw that terd peeking.
More than once. After the 15 minutes, he ‘woke’ up, and said ‘See, I told you I can’t sleep in cars.’
Oh, Mr. Burgess you are a sneaky one.
I drive how I drive. And their ain’t nobody who can reign in this wild horse………. except police officers.
They can bring a gallop to a trot. Temporarily.
( yes mom, I know ain’t, ain’t a word..)