The Sweet Husband

Driving on Friday 13th

I try to be patient, at first I typed I try hard, but maybe I don't, but I do at least try.

The sweet husband is sleepy, he did not sleep well last night so he is not waking up well this morning. I ask him if he wants me to go to the hospital to see Dot this morning and let him sleep for awhile.

He says no, it's raining and it's Friday the 13th.

I ask him, very nicely, the first time, what does that have to do with anything in this universe?

He says he would feel guilty for the rest of his life if he let me drive in the rain on Friday the 13th and I had a wreck and died.

Ok, nice just took a detour out of the building.

If rain and Friday the 13th are such a deadly combination, then you will drive us and both of us will die together??? Are you serious?

Then he says but if that did happen we would go together.

Now his feelings are all hurt because I said, no thanks, I don't want to go, you just go ahead and go to the hospital by yourself, and I'll drive up in my own car later, I am almost positive I can make it and skip that dying part.