James and I went to the Nightmare on 13th haunted house tonight. What a sweetheart--he's everything he should be. He let me squeeze his arm to pieces and scream in his ear. Love my boy.
But the best part was driving home (late, dark), getting on the freeway. Whatever we were talking about at that point was lost, except for the next few lines:
James: Are you saying I drive like an old person?
Suz: Are your lights even on?
pause
James: No...
Insert much laughter here.
2 comments:
Insert much of MY laughter here as well...
hahahahaha Smooth
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