Jerry finally put his foot down

this is what we did last weekend.



while waiting for the aftermath of Ike to hit Dallas, Jerry and i decided to drive over to the Shops at Highland Village. on the way over there we had a near collision [emphasis on the word 'near' people!]. i was driving and Jerry was in the passenger seat with his right foot up in the dash board (tacky, i know).


when i made a left turn cutting it a little to close to oncoming traffic for Jerry's comfort, he slammed his foot into my windshield (you know the imaginary break that all passengers use, at least when riding with me.


well the glass cracked as we swerved by a mini van
jerry let some colorful words fly
i let some colorful words fly
he yelled asking me what i was thinking?
i yelled asked him what was he thinking!
then we both died laughing
and finally we settled into the slight depression that always follow an unexpected expense.


but i guess for a weekend that promised to hold a lot more destruction, a cracked windshield's not to bad.


so anyway, eyes on the road and hands at 10 and 2 from now on. i promise...