Life According to Steph: Shit MFD Said Vol. 22

Driving through the middle of nowhere in upstate PA at midnight

Me: Holy shit, the high beams just went on by themselves!

MFD: Uh huh.

Me: How?

MFD: Well Steph, it's fine engineering.

Me: No. It's robots.

MFD: No. Fine German engineering.

Me: Robots.

Discussing his birthday trip

MFD: How do we get in?

Me: I have a key.

MFD: In a lockbox?

Me: No, she mailed me a key.

MFD: The owner? What did she say?

Me: Don't try to get in on this now.

MFD: What was the correspondence like?

Silence

MFD: What are some of the rules?

Me: Rules?

MFD: What are they?

Me: The rules are the same for every house you rent.

MFD: I just thought we could discuss them.

Him driving

Me: I don't want to die on a back road in Levittown.

MFD: Steph, this is actually Bensalem.

Me: Whatever the location is, I don't want to die here.

MFD: Steph, do you like Yacht Rock?

Me: what is Yacht Rock?

MFD: Doobie brothers, soft 70s stuff.

Me: Music we always listen to? Why are you calling it Yacht Rock?

MFD: It's what it's called.

Me: You made this up? You've never been on a yacht.

MFD: NO. Sirius has a station now. Yacht Rock is my music.

Me: I don't think the Doobie Brothers would want to be considered Yacht Rock.

MFD: Michael McDonald would.

Note: after this conversation, Yacht Rock was mentioned AT LEAST once a day in our home for over a month

MFD: Happy half birthday!
Me: Thanks! Thanks for remembering.
MFD: You put it in my calendar. I have no choice but to recognize it.

I am totally the travel agent in this marriage.This is the conversation less than two days before we leave.

Happy birthday to my long-time friend Shelby today! Please visit her blog at Big Hungry Shelby and check her out on Twitter!

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Shit MFD Said Vol. 22