I love my husband

As you faithful few know, I occasionally have trouble being on time.

We had plans to go to White City, KS, to see Kelby's grandparents and cousins to say the rosary together. All last night and this morning Kelby would toss in "9:30 a.m." to random conversations, probably to help me remember our departure time and stick to it.

As usual, I fully intended to be earlier than on-time in order to prove to my husband that I was quite capable of being punctual.

And as usual, 9:29 a.m. approached and I had a million things to do before we could leave.

So at 9:39 a.m. we pull out of the drive way and hit the road and I muttered that we were "making pretty good time."

Kelby's foot suddenly converted into lead and our little Prius sprang into a fierce attempt at warp speed.

You see, Kelby loooves to be on time and looooathes being even a moment (or 9) late. But of course he didn't say anything about it. He just started driving like a mad man.

Me: Why are you driving like a silent psycho.
Kelby: Because that's what I am. An SS.
Me: Baaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha Are you serious?
Kelby: Ya an SS. That's me.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure he didn't understand why I was laughing at first though he'd try to tell you that he knew the whole time. We had a good laugh at that point and enjoyed our trip to the quiet lands of White City.

Oh. And by the way, we arrived JUST in time.