Talkin’ Turkey With Tim Babb
So the other night, my wife says, “Shoot I forgot to get gas today.”
I, recognizing this is a problem that actually falls within my limited skill set, offered to take her car to get gas while she’s busy working on something. So I grab the keys and head out the door all while mentally calculating how many “good husband points” this will earn me.
It wasn’t until I had gotten in the car started it, and pulled out of the driveway that I noticed that I had gotten in my car and not my wife’s.
…well at least I didn’t make it all the way to the gas station.