race me, baby.

on the way home, when we drive two cars, we race.

.......at least thats what is happening in my mind.

I was stopped at a stoplight, the light turns green and all I see is a blue streak whizz by me. DARN YOU. (is what I should have said) Then I continued to drive, determined to beat him in his teeny tiny little baby....ahem. car. As I passed him, I waved (thats what I should have done.) He looked at me, but didnt smile.... "weird", I thought to myself....

I guess I should have waved with all 5 fingers. :)

He loves me.

-dbgwifedriver