Show and Tell?

I had to run to Fort Worth yesterday. Oh, okay. I saw a chance to escape and I took it. None the less, my darling husband had to do the afternoon pick-up. Which is sort-of like driving through the bowels of Hell with 4,000 drunk morons.



Yes, it is that bad. Alright. Maybe not quite that bad but close enough.



So, I call him on his cell one hour after school gets out. He's pulling into our driveway. Keep in mind our small town is all of 1 square mile. See, it is that bad. Yes, I could be exaggerating a little bit. But only a little. Anyway, he tells me I had better watch my mouth while I'm driving. Crap.



"What did Duncan say?" I asked trying to sound a little bit innocent.



"He yelled out- What's this genius think he's doin'" He said, quite indignant.



I laughed out loud. Then I quickly promised to watch it while I silently prayed that Duncan didn't share with his Daddy my other "names" for the bad drivers.