After nine hours of driving from New Hampshire.
OK, I didn't drive the entire nine hours. My husband drove a bunch of them. But! When he wasn't driving he was writing a brief on his laptop. And whether he was driving or not, he was on his cell phone. Talking about legal matters in a VERY LOUD VOICE because his cell phone gets crappy reception.
Yes, it's Saturday, and yes, he's with his family, but he's a busy lawyer and so there we were, trapped in a minivan, but feeling like three flies on his office wall. Hello, now I know what it's like to be a lawyer. Three words: stressful, loud, and boring.
Is it any wonder that I ordered a giant cocktail when we went out to dinner?
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