Okay, so I have a liiiitle bit of a heavy foot, I admit it. And Seth is always telling me to slow down when I’m driving, which drives me nuts. So, I give you us in the car yesterday:
Seth, casually looking at his phone from the passenger seat: “Twenty-five.”
Me: “OH MY GOD I AM ONLY DOING TWENTY FREAKING SEVEN PLEASE STOP TELLING ME HOW TO DRIVE, ARE YOU DRIVING, NO YOU ARE NOT SO ZIP IT.
Seth: “…I was…just saying that I’ve already gotten twenty-five emails and it’s only been an hour since I checked.”
Me: “…oh. heh.”
Wife of the year!