Hubby: When’s the next gas station coming up?
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.
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.
Me: Here, let me put the station back to your favorite God music.
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.