Today Steve and I celebrate six years of wedded bliss weddedness. Kidding of course. The only thing we wonder, since we've been married six years but together for eight, was the seven year itch last year or do have another year to go before we get all itchy?
Anyhow, for our sixth year we decided to go garage sale shopping. I KNOW... Romantic, right! Anyhow, our black car, which we are selling, has decided to give us a little shifting problem lately. Sometimes it's hard to get the car from, say, drive to reverse.
So we saw this sale on a busy street and needed to turn around. Steve picked the one driveway of the hundred or so we passed in which the owner was backing out. And it just so happens he couldn't get the car in reverse.
In a moment of panic, Steve yells, "Use your feet." So we're literally pushing the car into the street with our feet while the owner slowly backs out of his garage toward us. I assume he was wondering what kind of Flintstone-esque car we were driving because I wondered that myself.
"That's enough," Steve said as we rolled halfway into the street. "No wait. A little more."
We finally get the hell out of there, laughing our heads off. Carolyn is in the back yelling at us, "You woke up Penny."
Yep. We sure did.
So here's to Steve and I and at least another six. At that point, the kids will be old enough to understand that they're the reason we're splitting up.
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