We are drivers. We are commuters. For the last eight years I have been a passenger. Being a passenger is my favorite thing. I love to ride along. I can read. I can chat. I can work on my iPad. I can plan. I can play. I can sleep. Yes, from time to time I do my own driving. But hands down being a passenger in Mr. Man’s car is my favorite thing! I must say Monday morning I was a bit melancholy knowing I would be solo and maybe, hopefully, please tell me only for a short while. I miss my driver. Just glad he won’t be gone long because this I know!
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When I heard your news, this was actually my second thought (after the NOT an April Fools joke thing was cleared up)....NO! she won't be riding with her hubby anymore! I know how you treasured that time. But like you say, solo will be for just a short while.
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