Practice

Tomorrow is 15 hours in the car with people I mostly love. When I inquired of MySexyHusband tonight if he minded whether or not I bring the guitar along he asked, "To play?" with trace amounts of incredulosity.

I remained silent hoping he would assume whichever outcome worked better for him.

"I'll have my earplugs." He shrugged, and wham-o! I got permission to practice the guitar throughout our roadtrip. He can't take that away from me now.

Oh, and if you're thinking this would be a great opportunity to rob our home since I've just publicly announced I won't be here... BAM... say 'Hi' to Joseph and Doug when you get here. They are housesitting.

P.S. And if you're the same people who robbed our house as last time: this time take my wedding ring. I was completely insulted last time when you shook out my jewelry box and then LEFT EVERYTHING as if you were disgusted by my meager belongings. IT WAS RUDE. (Plus I'll score a new, bigger ring in the process. I'm just sayin'...)