So much that last night, as we were heading home, I stopped on a quiet street in our neighborhood and asked The Boy:
Where are we?
I don't know what to tell you, but the woman I normally ride with
would have turned on the next street.
In fact, she would have gone through the alley.
Now I don't expect you to remember this,
but there's a really quick way to get to our house that
doesn't involve driving in front of our house and circling the block.
But I don't want to alarm you with too many details.
How about I just tell you where to go, turn by turn?
What an understanding spouse I have, wouldn't you agree? (Hurumph!)