John is diabolical
Saturday, as always, we go to one of our favorite lunch spots, roughly a ten-minute drive from John’s place. After I park and get out of the car, I notice he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat. “What?” I asked. He pointed back to my car.
“What??” I asked again. Then I took a second look — what was that white paper peeking through the rear windshield? I walked closer, and saw this:
Apparently my beloved sneaked this little gem into my car earlier that morning. And I’d been driving around oblivious to it. Of course, he snickered about it all through lunch.
It’s a good thing I am a good driver! I would have been mortified if a cop had pulled me over when I had that thing in the window. Of course, in that case, it would probably be “shoot me,” not “spank me.” :-Þ
I swear, one of these days, John…