The Man of the house requested I put this story on the blog (probably because he comes off looking good in this one), although he doesn't read the blog so he probably would never know if I actually did or not.
We went to a pheasant dinner last night (yes you read that right). Our friends Eric & Kim hosted a dinner that included all things pheasant. Eric hunts a lot and Kim doesn't like bird fangs in their freezer so they compromised and had a pheasant dinner for their friends and neighbors to get rid of it. It was actually quite delicious and a lot of fun.
It started snowing before we left, but there was not a lot of snow expected so we didn't think twice about not going. On the way home we almost died. Seriously.
We got on the interstate and got stuck behind a super slow semi and car. Tom was driving (thank God because I was supposed to drive us home but had a few too many bloody Mary's) and decided to go around the semi. All was fine changing lanes it seemed until it wasn't fine no more. We swerved, and swerved, and swerved some more. We were between the middle cement median and a semi. I held on for dear life thinking we were for sure going to hit something, and Tom just kept saying, "Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit!"
He used his mad driving skillz though and kept us totally safe. We didn't hit anything and made it home only a tad bit shaken.
So I guess all the times he freaks me out flippin shitties (or whatever its called when you drive and grab the e-brake and spin around) actually saved our lives.
XO XO,
Alive Molly
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