Squealing with Delight

I've known my husband for about twenty-two years now.  There's this thing about him.  You see, he LOVES road construction.  Not when it's impeding his travel, mind you.  He loves the kind that he can see off to the side, the kind that he just knows will shave some time off of his ETA when it finally opens.  So, yesterday, when we went to Costco on one of our dates (yes, we're romantic that way), and the new overpass was open, guess what that guy did.  No guesses?  Well, I'll tell ya. That man-o-mine squealed like that little pig on whatever commercial that is where a pig squeals in delight for way too long, all the way over the exit and overpass.


Dave:  "It's done, it's done!!!"

Me:  "Oh, yay..."  I like to muster up enthusiasm for the guy.

Dave:  "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Me:  "Oh, mercy..."

Dave:  "...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Me:  "Wow, I have to record this."

Dave:  "eeeeeal!"  <silence>

Me:  <pushing record button>  "Come on, Dave, squeal."

Dave:  <silence>

Me:  <realizing that I did not push the record button and, in fact, actually started recording when I meant to be stopping the video>  "Oh, you would've been safe.  I didn't push record when I meant to.  Dang it!"


Man, being a blond is so hard sometimes.


P.S. Just to show you what being a blond is like, I'm putting the four second video of nothingness that I took...right here...right now...on this blog.  Yup.

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