I confess...that if I had to go back to kindergarten, I might fail.
I confess...that they would hold me back for my inability to share and play nice with others.
I confess...that the Rev has been the one I don't want to share with this week. His truck has been in the shop for repairs, so we have had to share mine. He puts the windows all of the way down and messes up my hair and he moves the mirrors, seat, and changes the radio station. I mean seriously, I got into the car to an AM radio station twice--who in the heck listens to AM radio?
I confess...the whole one car thing means he had to drive me to work a few days so that he could keep the car. That means that he gets up all early and wants to converse right away. Doesn't he know that is my quiet, alone time? And that the evil comes out if I have to deviate from my AM routine?
I confess...that apparently he does not since it was on one of these little early morning together car trips that he dubbed himself "The Entertainer" and proceeded to "entertain."
I confess...that I was overjoyed when we got his truck back last night...sharing and playing nice is for crap.