Prior to going out for the evening, the Yank and I debated which car to take.
"Should we take the Nukmobile?" he asked.
Having just trod over the 60,000 km mark yesterday, I was hesitant. I was still smarting from my baby rolling over a landmark number.
"Nah, the roads are clear and it does not look like it is going to snow, " I replied.
I was wrong.
Stepping out of the mall and into the cold December air, we discovered two inches of snow. For most vehicles, this would not pose a problem, but for a rear-wheel drive sports car with racing tires, this was more than a challenge. The drive home took over 45 minutes and the car slid and fish-tailed the entire way. Finally we arrived.
"There! How do you like that?" my husband was standing out on the snowy driveway talking to a snowbank. "Just you wait," he continued, "I am coming after you with a good
I paused for a moment, unsure if I heard him correctly. It was not so much the fact that he was talking to a snowbank that caught me off-guard as much as me second guessing what I had heard. Did he just say that the Nukmobile was a "good" car? Better than his car (A.K.A. "the other woman")? Why, I believe that he did!
"Good car, eh? Can you repeat that? This time using the good car's name?"
The dude looked at me. Finally he spoke, "We should change your car's name to 'W'
Shoot. I was tongue-tied. :P