I had a lot of fun on Monday morning having my husband send me to work and picking me up after work. I don't know, it just feels great and felt like we are so much closer driving on the slippery roads, seeing car accident, seeing people help push their cars up the hills, taking the small roads and seeing the neighborhood decorated with Christmas lights.
So today, when I stepped outside, it was warmer and the sun was out. It was a beautiful day. I pretended my car didn't start just so my husband will give me a ride to work. Afterall, he went to bed at 10pm so he should have had a good night rest. He laid in bed and told me I can drive his car and he'll call in sick. I told him he can't skip work, should get his butt up, and send me to work. He laid there with the blanket over his head and waved his hand at me to get going before I am late. I kept bothering him to hurry up and get dress. So he got up all mad. When he got outside, he went straight to start my car first. Looked at it and took my keys and started up my car. It worked. My plan failed but I pretended like I did try to start up and it didn't work all morning.
Lunch had just passed and I called him to see how his drive to work was. He told me he called in sick because it was a beautiful day outside and didn't feel like going. Then he said if he had knew he was going to call in sick today, he would have gave me a drive to work and pick me up.