DH and I have recently switch schedules, so we can drive into work together. Let me explain several things first. 1. My husband is a very kind man. 2. He is NOT a morning person. 3. I am NOT a morning person.
We get our stuff together and head out to the car. Again everything seems fine. He turns the engine over, and then something odd happens. He turns into a raving lunatic. Swear words that would make a sailor blush spill out of his mouth, he rides other people's bumpers, and will run over little old ladies that get in his way (that's a joke, but I've seen him threaten it). We then arrive at work, my pale hands clutching my bag, breathing heavy, and he parks the car. As soon as the engine shuts off he turns back into my loving wonderful husband.
We get our stuff together and head out to the car. Again everything seems fine. He turns the engine over, and then something odd happens. He turns into a raving lunatic. Swear words that would make a sailor blush spill out of his mouth, he rides other people's bumpers, and will run over little old ladies that get in his way (that's a joke, but I've seen him threaten it). We then arrive at work, my pale hands clutching my bag, breathing heavy, and he parks the car. As soon as the engine shuts off he turns back into my loving wonderful husband.