Men & cars

I enjoy driving in the car with my husband just as much as the next person but Gary will never understand that I don't give two hoots about cars. Just out of nowhere, he will start talking about a car. Maybe the car that just went by us or a car he saw on line or his buddy who is a mechanic just told him something 'wonderful' about some stupid car that is now at his garage being fixed. When he starts going on I feel like I want to jump out of 'our car'. It is actually at this time that I begin to make mind lists of things I need to do like pick up milk or head to the pet store to read labels again when I get home. I have even started cleaning out my purse when he natters on.. "that car is a Classic. They just don't make them like that anymore. Like those twin-air intakes and those vents in the mid-bumper...blah! blah! blah! "Calgon......take me away!!" Doesn't he notice I'm not answering him? No...he just wants to talk about cars.I couldn't look any more bored if I was on a fishing trip. I eventually have to say something like..."when we get home I think we should start cleaning out the basement. You've been 'meaning' to get to that for a long time, right? What is your strategy? *cheshire grin*

This is where all talk stops and I just hear heavy breathing. Then the radio gets turned on. Ahhhh!


hugs, Deb