.... And I with medium volume yeLL, "You are heading over the curb!!!"
- "YES!!! You are headed over the curb, the exit is right there ..." pointing to the west.
I sporadicaLLy start singing pieces of my new song in a semi-whisper-hum with my mouth open slightly more than normal enunciating sharply with a Cockney accent, as she gives me a dirty look but with her cute smile.
She smiled, wide eyed.
I read the blog post out loud to her which confirmed everything I had just told her and it ends with these words which make her laugh:
I wiLL keep this in mind if I ever decide to start shoplifting, mental note: "look for this particular clerk"
I forget how much eXtra money would have been lost, but it could have bought quite a bit of cider.
My wife closed her eyes and smiled shaking her head, humorously moaning, teeth grinding, only this time she didn't threaten to kiLL me. I asked her if she wanted me to puLL the SUV up to the loading zone, and she handed me the keys. I think by this time she finaLLy realized I wasn't intoxicated AND she was ready to get rid of me and my song.
I did let her drive home from the lumberyard.