We had a fairly uneventful Fourth, i.e. no one lost an eye or a hand on our block. Yay! Our daughter was home for a few days from her camp job, in and out like a (social) butterfly, flitting around, spending a night or two, then back to camp. Then our son came home from HIS camp job this weekend, and we decided to spend a lazy and hot afternoon at a movie. UGH. Quite possibly the worst movie ever made. However, it was at the cheapie theater, so no worries. It kept the sudience entertained with its inanity. The movie being "Battleship". What were they thinking???? Did they think that Liam Neeson's 2 minute appearance was going to legitimize this movie? Did they think the beloved Hasbro game of the same name would save this fiasco? Uh, whatever they thought, it was a resounding NO.
Took son back to the coast and camp, except this time he drove the whole way. He has his permit, but not his license yet. So Dad rode shotgun, Mom rode in the kid's seat behind the driver. I promised myself I would NOT be a back seat driver. Dad is much better at that, anyway. More patient, more calm. I put in my Ipod, turned on my Kindle and settled down to read. I happened to look up and saw much to my dismay (I am screaming silently really) a car coming at us in our lane, passing a long line of cars. We were literally within feet of this car.My son, calmly taking a cue from Dad, simply pulled over to the side of the road. I am shaking uncontrollably. It was only a few days ago there had been another fatal accident near that same area. I am so thankful I am married to a calm man, an unflappable man. Who is training his son to be calm and unflappable. If I had been in the driver's seat, or riding shotgun, I would have turned my car around in a movie spin, chased him down, took out the tire iron and broken all his windows. Then dragged him out of the car and slapped him around. Lucky for him, I wasn't driving. Hahaha. Soooo....the rest of the drive, uneventful and boring. YAY. Drop him off, kisses, hugs, off to home. DH is driving. Mr. Unflappable. Mr. Calm. I start to read my Kindle and we were yakking back and forth. I had my eyes on him and suddenly, he swerves to the right, his face NOT CHANGING EXPRESSION. I am not sure what has happened, but just as I am panicking thinking something has gone wrong, I see the dear deer, (Doe, a deer, a female deer?) leaping across the highway, from right to left. He doesn't even have sweat on his lip. (Hubby, not the deer, it may very well have sweat...can't really tell.) Anyway, once again, I am thankful to be married to this sweet calm man who takes life in stride w/o flipping out at crazy stuff. Unlike his wife. Yin? Yang? Yucks? Yow? Yikes?Whatever you call it, we make a good team. I try to make him nuts, he just smiles. Gotta love this guy! (Yeah, when the kids call and say "Can I talk to Dad?", I know they have wrecked the car/got a bad grade/ate an undone burger/robbed a bank and know I will flip out, so they ask for him. Alert! Trouble ahead!) Thanks babe, when the storm is tossing the boat, you're the one making sure the life jackets are on. Love you.
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