Yesterday, the day before Memorial Day, I needed to step away from the norm, you know. I told my hubby, Jake, I was going out and he offered to chauffeur me. ßAww. So sweet of him. Heck, yeah, I took him up on that offer. We sat in the car and buckled up. He roared the engine to life.
“Okay. Where are we going?” He looked at me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.”
He pulled out of the driveway and drove out of our subdivision. When he got to the main road, he asked again, “Where do you want to go?”
My answer didn’t change from the first time. We pulled up to a red light.
“Quick, which way do we go. Come on, quick.”