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Vehicle Fit for a Prince

It has been about three years or so since Muh Main Man and I have made the eight mile trek to church in the same vehicle. Muh Main Man, as you well know, is a hero to the community and runs with the volunteer ambulance squad. He uses the possibility of getting a squad call as his reason for driving his own vehicle where 'ere we go. Funny thing is, if I want to ride along in his pick-up truck, he's just fine with that. He actually prefers it. He doesn't worry about any theoretical calls he might get as long as he's at the wheel of his own truck. The naked truth of the matter is....he hated my van. He said it's because it was always breaking down. I think it made him feel yuppy. And that was just too much for his redneck-wannabe ego. I made the comment to ma-in-law last night that with my new Explorer, I was willing to wager that we'd all be going to church all together, although I wasn't going suggest it myself.

I'll just say, I ain't been married to the same guy for 18 years fer nuthin. I've learned a thing or two about him along the way. Sure as shootin', this morning he was loading some cargo that we were taking to church into my SUV. I innocently queried as to why he wasn't putting the load into his own truck bed. He looked at me as if I had a third eye. "We're riding together to church." Oh, right...like we do every Sunday. I couldn't let it pass without mentioning that now that I have a vehicle worthy for "the Prince" to ride in, those emergency calls are going to have to get put on the back burner. And maybe I'm going to have to change his moniker on this blog again, like to "His Majesty" or maybe "Your Honor." Crazy that we all thought that hunk-a-junk was okay for me to ride in!

Comments

Truckin Teeds said…
Glad you finally can ride to church together as a family! :O) Hope you enjoy many happy times with your new set of wheels!
Unknown said…
You innocently queried? You are such a hoot!
Melanie said…
You are too funny!
Rochelle said…
Very funny Jen. It IS hard for me to imagine your Main Man riding in a mini-van!
Brandie said…
LOL! Enjoy your new vehicle and riding together with him =)

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