As I was walking to my car at lunch today I began a series of thoughts that I'd like to share with you:
I don't remember parking crooked.
I don't remember leaving the wheels turned like that.
Whatever, I was a couple minutes late, guess I didn't park nice and straight.
Then as I open the door:
I need to adjust the seat to my setting.
I'm so glad this car has the two presets, that is so nice.
Wait, I drove to work, why is it at Tim's setting?
Did I drive all the way to work barely reaching the pedals?
Then as I climb in:
What's that paper laying there?
Oh, it's a note from Tim, how sweet.
Wonder why he stopped by.
It's a receipt for an oil change.
He came, got my car, took it to get the oil changed and then left the receipt so I'd know.
It says, "Have a great day. I love you."
Ah, how sweet!
Do I have the best husband or what?
I'm going to have to blog this!