First of all, I was not drinking. Yet.
I drove our Sable today because my car was getting its oil changed in anticipation of our trip to San Antonio this weekend. After work I went to physical therapy. No issues with my driving at all. Just ask any of the people I nearly ran off the road.
I called CB after PT and he said that he had just arrived home and could I take him to pick up my car? Of course I could do that. I'm that kind of wife; going out of my way to make life easier for my dear husband. I should mention that CB had already paid for my car so taking him to pick it up was the least I could do.
So, I did that and I drove that damn Sable home. I had to park it in front of Luke's 4-Runner so it was like paraelle parking except without a car in front of me.
While I was parking, I felt really proud that I had remembered to turn the front wheels towards the curb so if it rolled down hill, it wouldn't. Roll downhill.
I got out of the car. Minding my own business.
CB was standing in the drive way and he called to me "You been drinking?"
I thought "WTF?". Ummmm, I may have actually said that. Out loud. In a yell.
Then I turned around and saw this photo op. What the hell?
All I had to do was pull the car up next to curb, put it in park, get out, and go in the house.
I simply added an extra step: park half the tires on the grass.
I always was an over achiever.
Then I went inside and started drinking.
