We’re headed to Chicago right now!!!
Have I told you guys how much Mr. Mock makes me crazy with the way he drives? He is OUT OF CONTROL. And therefore, I am like the worst passenger ever, because I’m constantly telling him to either slow down or back off of people or in general to just be the sort of driver who doesn’t make me want to embed my fingernails in the armrests.
Anyway, we’re headed up I65 right now and currently going NINETY MILES PER HOUR. Which is totally unnecessary since our whole purpose for heading to Chicago is to wind down and relax. But apparently, we are in a HUGE HURRY to do that.
Road trips with Mr. Mock are so fun. Sometimes he’ll even let me listen to Captain and Tennille, but ONLY IF I reciprocate and he gets to play some Allman Brothers tunes as well. Which, if you think about it, is completely unfair seeing as how every Allman Brothers song is like FORTY FIVE MINUTES LONG. Two years ago, I went to the Allman Brothers concert with him, and there was a song which was so long, that everyone in the whole band except the drummer left the stage at one point. They were all sick and tired of playing their instruments and so they were like, “You know what? Screw this. Let’s just let drummerboy keep going and we’ll all go smoke some weed for a bit. No one will notice.” And you know what? NO ONE DID. Except for me. Everyone else was all, “OMG this is so totally awesome that drummerboy is getting this huge solo” and “OMG the Allman Brothers are so amazingly awesome and fantastic” INCLUDING MY HUSBAND. My husband insists the solo is just part of the Allman Brothers magic.
I do not get this.
You know what’s magic? Muskrat Love. That’s what’s magic.
WHOO HOO!!! We’re going to Chicago!!!
I feel your pain, although there are LOTS worse musical assaults than The Allman Brothers. Mr. Mock could be a fan of Ricky Martin or Celine Dion or the Backstreet Boys, all of whom have prompted me to seriously consider jamming a pen into my ears to puncture my eardrums and relieve my trapped-in-a-speeding-vehicle-with-no-place-to-go misery.
Hope you have loads of fun n’ relaxation @ Chicago…
Uh… 90 miles per hour is nothing though… here where I live I drive at 135 mph plus and it is FUN!
Well at least he listens to adult music. My dear daughter loves all of the pop stations now and by far the “lollipop song” is the worst piece of music that has ever, ever, ever been created. And what’s worse is that it gets stuck in my head and I spend all day thinking about it. I think my daughter is secretly trying to drive me crazy.
I thought Cher ordered all of those pictures destroyed…?
Cher & Greg Allman? What was she thinking?
Have fun in Chicago!