CARmichael

This is going to be a short post today since I am having back spasms and my arm needs to go back into a splint...

So my hunny bunny took me out on a date yesterday to celebrate our three year wedding anniversary. He promises that he enjoyed my company even though I could barely move without pain and sometimes tears. :-)

We went to lunch and then to see "Date Night" at the dollar show. Lunch was awesome and ended up being free--and with dessert, courtesy of the Olive Garden manager. "Happy Anniversary to us!"

"Date Night" was so awesome if your humor can handle it. It was great enough to buy!!! And that is saying a lot from me! So while I was flipping between drooling over Mark Wahlberg and praying against the growing lust in my heart, I held my husband's hand, who in turn squeezed mine to acknowledge my struggle with the giggles. I know some women that would think Carmichael was a saint because he barely noticed that there was a chick in the same scene that I was looking at...but no. Carmichael's moment was coming...it just wouldn't be with a female...it would be over a vehicle.

Less than maybe three minutes later, this beast of a car, the Audi R8, was on the screen...and I tell you, I was embarrassed by my husband's reaction! When the engine was revved, his hand flew to his mouth as he gasped. Ummm...I was feeling like I was intruding on a moment! I was just grateful that he wasn't the only one to exclaim about the car in that packed out theater!

Now, because this car had more screen time than a hot chick in this movie (sorry, I don't consider Tina Fey hot at all), I got a long look at how I acted every time Marky Mark came on the screen. But for some reason, I felt worse. I felt...like kicking Carmichael's butt! You would think I would be used to this by now--seeing his head yank to the side to see a car before it flies by, calling up his friends when he spots a cool car, or being able to name a car with accuracy on the highway, pitch black, all because of knowing the headlights.

See, when Carmichael sees me checking out a dude on screen, he goes home, takes off his t-shirt and starts doing curls with the groceries so that I can check him out. LOL He has a full out plan of showing me I am not missing a thing--including yesterday with his "Can Mark Wahlberg do this?!" show. But me, even if I wanted to, I can't look at a chick and think...hmmm, he likes her hair, I can get a wig for that or something. Noooooo...he likes cars. What the heck am I going to do? Cover myself in chrome & fiberglass and draw on some doors and purr? I mean, come on!

<--I can't look like this EVER! LOL

Car magazines should be shrink wrapped for now on, and car shows should be for adults only! :-D

And before any of you think of some freaky diagnosis for my hubcap, remember that CARmichael was a born car enthusiast and NOTHING more. So there!