It was a cold day in January and our refrigerator was low on many of the key food groups. In fact, the cupboard looked a bit bare too. And so, together, Tina and I packed up the little one and headed out to our usual grocery store to pick up a few things.
Along the way, we said hello to the mailman, something we almost NEVER do. To be honest with you, I’m not sure what our letter carrier even looks like, so to say it was a mailMAN is an inadvertent judgement on my part. Apologies, apologies all around. Continue reading →
3 things come to mind when I’m driving and Tina is sitting in the front passenger seat. Maps, Dashboard Controls and Flatulence.
When we go out, I’m often the one who takes the wheel and Tina, by default, gets the passenger seat. Sitting on my lap is not an option for obvious safety reasons. Of course, as the one sitting in the shotgun seat, various navigational responsibilities fall to her, and this, to the detriment of a few of our plotted courses.