When Adam pulled up in the driveway the other afternoon, it was quite a surprise as we were not officially expecting him until the following day (although my spidey-sense was tingling all day, so I kind of expected him anyway.)
So, I run outside, arms out like Melanie welcoming Ashley home in Gone With the Wind.
Hello! I say.
Hello! He says.
Kiss, kiss.
Here I am, jumping up and down in excitement, and then he turns around, pulling out a package from the car.
Look! He says! Look! Look! Look!
Oh! I say. For me?
No! He unwrapped it. It was a DVD set of the television show Top Gear.
Look! Top Gear! It’s awesome. C’mon, we’ll watch it when the kids go to bed.
Oh. Swell.
(Actually, it was pretty cool. I can see now why it’s so popular. Have you seen it?)
