Wednesday, September 12, 2018

And now, the thing that saves my marriage...

It is...

It is...

that my husband and I send each other SEXY pictures...

...of traffic during our commutes.  










Ok, it's not at all sexy but the innuendo-laced commentary is: "ugh"—can't you just feel it? UUUGGGHHHH—







Sigh.

The truth is that the shiny back end of a Camry will never compare to sweet Chuck's. If only the asshats in Connecticut would learn how to drive (see related article "Connecticut Has Most Unsafe Drivers in the Country: Report”) then maybe we could move onto something more titillating than illuminated tail lights and the smell of exhaust.

Someday.

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