#19 Driving. Me crazy…

Somewhere likely 20 plus years ago, we were on our way out the door. Wondering if I should grab my keys, I said, “Am I driving?”

To which she responded, “Me crazy.”

It was fairly witty. That phrase has been repeated any time I ask that fateful question.

Every time.

For twenty plus years.

And, oddly, it doesn’t feel old yet.

Which is the part that really makes me smile.

(originally posted as a countdown to our silver anniversary)

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