So, Husband, Behbeh and I dragged our tired butts back home from Quebec at about midnight Saturday night (or is it Sunday morning?). Driving past the local do-it-yourself car wash, we noticed that someone had just finished hosing off their jalopy.
Me: Who washes their car at midnight?
Husband: No idea.
Me: Seriously. What’s he doing?
Husband: Probably washing off the blood.
Heh. I loves me my twisted husband.