Morning Drive

My beloved hubby and I work together. We are out the door and on our way usually around 7 am. After the mad rush of getting everyone ready and off to school, grabbing last minute items and locking up the dogs we enjoy the nice quiet ride to work. Okay, well I just lied. Oh we are quiet, but no one enjoys it much. Jesse is ever pressed to make it to work 1 second faster than the next guy and I am ever pressed not to wet my pants or have a stroke. The ride home is much nicer...

This morning this beautiful love song was stuck in my head. Go ahead take a listen yourself...

Gah!!! Help me get this out of my head!!! Quick! Turn on the radio. Gnarles is singing in a voice that belies his size...

Does that make me crazy? Does that make me craaaaazy?

NOOOOOO...change the station NOW...

Stevie Wonder (whew, much better) is asking me to tell him if I really love him...yes Stevie I heart you and I heart you for jammin' with me when I am half dead.

You call my name, OOOH so sweet

I take out my make-up and try to apply some life to the face in the mirror, Jesse is in the left lane, no the right, le,r he slams on the brakes and honks. Meanwhile I'm pulling the fibers from my mascara brush out of my cornea.

I finish up my picasso and put away the make-up, the lady next to me is tapping her steering wheel. I reach over and change the channel and there's Michael Jackson when he was still cool, you know when he was like 10 years old and asking his baby to give him one more chance...

I start doing the Jackson Five moves in my seat...the lady next to me smiles in admiration or fear one of the two.

This morning we had to stop at the ATM, it is Friday. Did you know that the voice of Capital One's ATM Machines is British? If your's is not I would complain. She is so proper telling us to "Please wait while I process your transaction." All Princess like. Sigh, I wish I had an accent...

Jen in New Jersey is saying you do Dana, you do. Not that she's heard me, but she knows I'm from Texas...And everyone knows that people from Texas have a Southern drawl and ride around on their horses wearing their boots and hats...NOT. (Thanks for my Krimpets Jen!! They are on the menu for dessert!) But I mean a cool accent. Like my co-worker from Australia. LOVE to hear him talk. I think if he said "would you like fries with that" it would be so very interesting. Then there's my co-worker Georgevka. She sounds like Natasha Fatale so I always tell her to say Moose and Squirrel or Boris Dahlink!

Oh sorry...I ran a little off course there. Where was I? Oh yes, the ATM. I figure this is a good time to grab a sip of my coffee, Her Highness says "Thank you for using Capital One". I giggle and J takes off shifting gears not so smooth like...my coffee - not a drop spilled - goes back into the cup holder before I wear it.

We pull into the parking lot alive and with only one injury to speak of. We get out, gather our belongings and the love of my life turns to me and says

Mi llamo Mike, mi llamo Mike la da da da da!!