Have you ever been on a car ride with someone and that “certain someone” silently critiques your driving by way of hand motions, or my favorite, pressing the invisible brakes? And maybe you silently wish you could tell that “certain someone” to sit in the back? Maybe all the way in the back, so far back that he should be tied down with the luggage? We all have that “someone”. And, my “certain someone” is Cowboy.
That dude holds on for dear life when I’m driving and he’s in the passenger seat. I have no idea why… okay maybe I’m a little heavy-footed. Or it could possibly be that I take corners rather quickly. Well if you ask me, it wouldn’t hurt him to speed up just a tad. Not every road traveled is a winding country road where you slow down to take in the scenery. Is that a song? If not, it should be. And, I choose Blake Shelton to sing it. That man can croon to me all day. Unless I’m in the mood for a little Luis Fonsi singing Despacito. Just kidding Cowboy, I only have ears for you. Seriously though, Despacito is one of my all time favorites.
Lastnight as we were coming back from surprising my mom for her birthday. I love my family. We are all so different but the same and have a ginormous amount of love for each other. A shout out to my parents for making me their favorite, (insert smiley face emoji here).
Anyhoo, it was late so I was driving and Cowboy was in the passenger seat (he refused to sit in the very back, lol). I’d just turned onto the highway and he starts trying to correct my driving.
COWBOY: You never use your cruise control, do ya?
ME: No, not really. Why?
COWBOY: Oh, no reason other than you speed up and then slow down. Speed up and slow down.
ME: Would you like to ride in the back?
COWBOY: No ma’am.
ME: Okay then, just go to sleep, honey.
COWBOY: (Mimicking me) “Just go to sleep, honey. ” He takes his cowboy hat off, lays his seat back and 5 seconds later, just like clock work, he’s snoring like a freight train.
ME: (Talking to myself) Umm humm, that’s what I thought.
I tap the brakes and watch his head go forward. I speed up and his head falls backwards. I turn a corner and it falls to the left and then to the right. I swear he reminds me of a bobble head. I’ll teach him. I do it a few more times.
I can’t help myself so I start to laugh as I’m watching his head roll all over the place.
COWBOY: (Raising his seat back up) What are you laughing at?
ME: (Grinning) Oh nothing…just go back to sleep Mr. Bobble Head.
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