Connecticut Things

I would like to point out one thing. Connecticut drivers are the WORST. I am not even kidding. I have lived in Los Angeles and in Metro Detroit and I have NEVER experienced anything quite like this. I almost died 50 times on I-84 today. It's like playing Mario Cart with steroid-infused drivers who also suffer from anger management problems. But it's NOT! It's REAL... and we alllll know how tremendously good I am at Mario cart with said drivers. Um.... yeah, notsomuch.

I would like to point out another thing. It rains here. All. The. Time. And I'm not talking drizzly little Michigan rain. I'm talking crack-the-whip-lightning-that-hits-your-roof-while-thunder-is- rolling-your-trees-while-hail-the-size-of-grapes-is-pelting-everything-that-lives-and-everything-that-doesn't-live kind of rain. They tell me this is not typical. For the first week, I believed them. Now I'm not so sure that I do.

I'm currently sitting at the Honda dealership. It is here that I am doing training for my "wifely" duties... I brought the car in for an oil change! How's that for a modern bride! WOOT! :) No sissy stuff for me! And I made dinner last night. So, it was spaghetti and salad, but my audience was happy and that's all that matters. We quickly discovered (pre meal-making) that our grocery shopping styles are vastly different. Let's just say that David's palate is um, more, sophisicated than mine. I was happy with bologna and hot dogs. LOL. Poor David. I get one of the few men who prefer fine food and he gets me, queen of the nacho sauce and stale chips at Speedway. But I try. And he tells me that's all that matters :)

Well, folks, looks like the Honda peeps are done with the oil change. Now I must pay and be off to meet my love. He brings home the bacon, I bring home the car. Hahaha. Love to all!