Tired and drooping while trying to navigate the 5/99 interchange is never a good idea. The Husband looked over at me and recognized the problem immediately.
“Why don’t you pull over and get a coffee?”
Five minutes later I was back in the driver’s seat with a skinny vanilla latte precariously balanced between my knees, “I haven’t even had a sip yet and I already feel better just because I went inside Starbucks.”
The Husband smiles knowingly, “It’s the fumes. You got a contact high off the Starbuck’s people.”
***
Three hours into what is supposed to be a four hour car trip but will invariably turn into a six and a half hour car trip, the Kid comes up with this little gem:
“I wish we had a car that could fly over this traffic really fast.”
The Husband, “I wish we had a car that could fly over this traffic really slow.” Always with the sarcasm, that one.
Me, “I wish we had a teleporter.”
The Kid,”I wish we had a Tv in the car so I could watch movies.”
The Husband, “I wish you would stop talking for five minutes of this car trip.”
Me, “I wish I had a family with less wishes.”
The Kid, “I wish I had a brain that worked really fast so I could think of something to say back to you.”
I wish that for myself sometimes too.
***
I’m in the moutains of my childhood, trying to recapture something lost with my husband. It’s our fifth wedding anniversary today. We’re going to be off-roading and Octoberfesting among the natives sans children. This is the first time in four years we have spent more than three hours alone together.
Here’s hoping we both make it out alive. Cheers.
