And That's When He Said . . . . .

Last night, after he finished work and a late, late meeting, I was supposed to meet my husband at my mother’s house. She had surgery today so we were dropping by to wish her well etc.

I was the first to arrive and was unloading some packages from my car that belonged to her. I was walking back and forth between the front door and the car  - 5 or 6 trips.

On my third trip I noticed that my husband had driven into the cul de sac. Oddly, he did not stop and pull into the driveway. He kept circling the block. He drove around the street at least three times before he finally pulled in. It was bizarre but I was busy so I just watched him circle. I am not altogether certain what was going on. 
Either....He was lost – is it actually possible for a man to not know where his mother-in-law lives?

Or….. He was driving too fast and it took him 3 trips around to wind down all that horsepower. (What can I say – my husband is a car guy)

When I asked him, what on earth he was doing in his loud car, circling the block at 10:30 pm in a seniors villa he told me, with the most mischievous smile on his face, “I just noticed this thin attractive woman walking up and down the driveway and I was sure I was at the wrong house.”

I don’t even care what he was doing at 10:30 pm, circling the block of a senior’s residence with his mufflers growling. I love that answer!