Domestic Romantical Thoughts Leading up to V-Day:
On our drive to the mechanic in two separate cars, from behind I can tell JB doesn't know which way to go. I turn on my signal directing him, he gives me thumbs up. Later he says, "We're really good car communicators. I like that." I can tell by his look he thinks it's somehow romantic. Which makes me feel, well, romantic. It's ain't rocket science, guys!
We agree the trip was a good metaphor for marriage: two people driving two separate cars, (hopefully) to the same place.