My husband is a HUGE – and I mean SERIOUSLY HUGE racing fan. And I married him anyway. (TOTALLY KIDDING!) So Wednesday night he went to some race while I stayed home to edit. YEE! HAW! This morning he emails me this picture of him and Clint Bowyer and below is the email conversation that transpired.
CHRIS: Look, honey. I’m even holding his beer so he could sign my shirt and take a picture with me. Very cool guy. It was fun. Love you, baby. Have a great day.
ME: Sweet! The only thing that would have made this picture better would be if it were Jamie McMurray instead of Clint Bowyer. WOO! HOO! Just kidding, baby! You know I love you. [And no offense if Clint Bowyer happens to read my blog. *wink*wink*]
CHRIS: Very funny! Jamie McMurray?? Oh, yeah. He is cute (not to me), I forgot. You are too funny. Honey, there is one cardinal rule in racing, especially dirt track racing. Pretty boys don’t go fast!!!
ME: Uhm, hello! Do you really think I watch racing with you for the SPEED? Here’s a clue for you…uh, NO!
CHRIS: Wow! We have a lot of work to do with your racing etiquette. Speed, compression ratios, tire pressures, etc. "America is all about SPEED, hot, nasty, BASS ASS SPEED!" – Eleanor Roosevelt.
ME: Dude! You’ve seen Talladega Nights one too many times. And no, if we have more kids we’re not naming them Walker and Texas Ranger. This conversation is soooo going on my blog.
CHRIS: Good. Post it, baby. You dirty pirate blogger.
Now, THAT is why I married him!
Have a wonderful day, everyone!