Sunday, September 25th 2016

Alas we have found a parking spot and cut the engine after a slightly stressful, maritally typical commute wherein the hubsand is at the wheel and the wife is backseat driving from shotgun.  We are regaining composure with a little self-deprecating humor and laughter.

“You guys can go ahead and kiss now if you want to,” offers our 5 y/o daughter helpfully from the back seat next to her brother.  “We won’t separate you this time because we’ve got seat belts on.”

Gee thanks honey.