You Can Take The Backseat Driver Out Of The Car...

...but you can't take the car out of the backseat driver. Wait a minute...that doesn't sound right. What I mean is that I will always always always be a backseat driver. Or a sideseat driver since I sit in the passenger seat.

I'm terrible for constantly telling Mike how to drive - where to turn, when to start slowing down, which lane to be in so that we can efficiently pass vehicles to get to our destination earlier than expected and so on. I'm really surprised Mike hasn't punched me in the face yet. And he knows better than to throw out the good old "Would you rather drive?" because I'll be unbuckling my seat belt and starting to open the car door in anticipation of doing an impromptu Chinese, sorry, Asian-Canadian fire drill at the next available red light. Yes, I will whole-heartedly take over the driving. But Mike better keep his lips zipped while I'm behind the wheel because what's good for the gander is NOT good for this goose :-)

Mike bought a new video game the other night...some car racing game through the streets of Los Angeles. He started playing it last night and called me into the bedroom to check out the street scenes. I was hooked!

As Mike was whipping up and down the streets, I was calling out, "There's the Chateau Marmont! I see Capitol Records! We just passed the Viper Room! There's the Kodak Theatre! The Walk of Fame!".

Mike thought it was cute until I started to yell, "Slow down! I want to find a Pink Berry! Turn around...we just passed Mulholland Drive! Turn around turn around TURN AROUND!"

I knew I was really getting into it when I yelled, "Pull over! I have to go the bathroom!".