Hubby: When’s the next gas station coming up?
Me:…
Hubby: Babe
Me:…
Hubby: BABE!
Me: WHAT!?
Hubby: GAS?
Me: NO!! But thanks for asking, my tummy was feeling a little iffy earlier. Note to self, those giant tobacco slim jims are not for the faint of heart… or digestive track.
Hubby: *sigh* Gas station, babe, when’s the next gas station.
Me: Oh! um, 8 more miles.
Hubby: What are you doing anyways? You’ve been messing with the radio station for the last 15 minutes.
Me: Are you aware you have 4 Christian stations saved in your station memory? Not that there’s anything wrong with that… I was just wondering when you found God.
Hubby: No, I don’t.
Me: YOU DO! See I wrote each station number down and checked online, these 4 are Christian channels… actually you have one station saved twice… you must really like their God music.
Hubby: No I don’t, are you sure? Maybe you saved them.
Me: Ha ha ha, that’s hilarious, I have NO idea how to save a station on the radio dial thingy.
Hubby: Yes, you do.
Me: No, I don’t.
Hubby: YES, YOU DO.
Me: NO, I DON’T.
Hubby: YES!!
Me: NO!!.. don’t be mad.
Hubby: I’m not mad babe, but I’m sure you do know how to save a station.
Me: No, not that… we passed the exit for the gas station.
Hubby:…
Me: Here, let me put the station back to your favorite God music.
Hubby:…
P.S. there is like an 86.9% chance I was the one who saved those channels… a lot of those god songs are pretty damn catchy… darn catchy… sorry.
But That's For Another Blog 
Satan possessed your radio. Happens all the time, especially during an election year.
“Me: Here, let me put the station back to your favorite God music.”
HAHAHA. Yes. This is a great conversation and one that I could find my husband and I having.
May the Lord be with you.