Have you ever passed a really expensive car driving down the road?
Not sure? Don’t remember? I’m not surprised. If you answered yes however, I’ll either assume that you know your cars and that’s why you remember or your husband is and didn’t stop drooling and that is why you remember.
We’ll be driving along talking, okay usually I’m talking, and Luke will notice a super expensive/fast/fancy car drive past us and he starts talking over me, drooling, Oohhing and Aahhing. It drives me crazy. Crazy. Then he rattles off things like torque, horsepower, the kind of brakes, tires, shocks, blah blah blah. He always knows the price too.
The other day he came home from a quick trip to the grocery store talking about some $220,000 car that he saw parked near a Starbucks. You know what he did? He pulled into the empty spot next to it got out of our car, walked to the front of this car and took a picture of it with his camera phone. Yep he’s that guy. Luke came home and proudly showed off his prize picture, honestly the only thing I remember is that it was black.
Tonight at dinner Luke was flipping through one of his new magazines (some car mag of course) and pointed out some car. Here’s what I heard “Blah, Blah, Blah, yack, yack, blah, blah, blah” Just to see if I could remind myself what he said I just looked through the magazine and couldn’t even figure out which of the cars he had shown me.
He knows me well because when I asked him which car he had shown me he asked me what color it was and if it was fast or slow. Sad thing is I couldn’t even remember what color it was or if he had told me if it was fast or slow.
Do you think he knows that I don’t always pay attention, ahem, to him?
Maybe I should tell him to talk about purses or stand mixers and paella pans…I could totally pay attention to that.
