#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.
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)