I wanted to go for a ride today, and getting Mike to go was like pulling teeth.  He did this…he did that…and then, he said, “can I drive my sportscar?”  Of course he can drive his sports car.  The real statement was “if you will you ride with me in my sportscar, I will go.”

My reply was, “can you drive like you’re driving my Prius so I’m not going to be skeered?”   “Yes,” was the reply.    Then I pulled the real bullet out…”Honey…do you think you can get in it with your not-so-awesome new knee? “Of course” was the reply.     And he did! Off we went!

We saw some pretty places…I took these pictures through the windshield so they may be a little blurry.

The picture above was from Taylor’s Valley. We had to zip in and out of Virginia to get there.

But what goes up, must come down. What gets in, must get out. He got in really easily, but I did not think he’d get out. Here he is..planning on how to get out of that car.

I think I can…I think I can…

Almost there…(Me: Yawn)

You’d think this car would love him back. But she’s a selfish girl. She betrayed him. Look in the mirror in the picture below. Can you say “Flashing Blue Lights?”

I feel a little sorry for him. Not too much, but just a little.