It was a great trip. You can see some of the pictures in my last post. Along the way home, while driving through Arizona and California's Mojave Desert, it got...shall we say, hot.
I was very thankful for air conditioning. I was also grateful that we weren't trying to cross this desert in a covered wagon or even in one of the old jalopies of the Dust Bowl refugees. Even in my very comfy air-conditioned car, the sun felt hot as it beat down through the windows onto my legs. The windows were quite warm to the touch.
It was this situation that indirectly led The Hillbilly to put his foot in his mouth. Again. And to get into trouble with me. Again. Here's what happened.
We were still driving through the desert, but the sun had begun to set, and the air was cooler. The Hillbilly, as he often does, reached across the car at put his hand on my...knee. It was my knee, honest. (My children read this blog, you know.)
And then The Hillbilly said:
"You're not as hot as you were before."And I reacted like this:
. . .
Poor Hillbilly. He spent the next five minutes explaining that he meant physically hot ... I mean as in temperature.. The sun wasn't shining...
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!"Yeah. I did.
So am I too mean? Or just mean enough?
Be sure to read his side of the story here.
Be sure to read his side of the story here.
