No, you don't need to actually click the "Kerrville" link since:
A. you've never heard of it and
B. you aren't missing a thang.
Anyway, she met me at work and we hopped into my new ride and onto I-10. The drive is really quite pretty, I wish I had thought to take a couple more shots of it. Of course, the drive is only pretty during the daylight.
So, let me wander back onto the path here, I am getting sidetracked.
Fairy and I are cruising along getting caught up and listening to Jack Johnson, James Blunt and The Trews (again, if you haven't heard of them: leave. download. comeback) when we come up on a couple of semi trucks that need passin'.
The Batchelor: You know what's fun to do when you pass truck drivers?
Me (rolling my eyes): TB, I am not flashing the damn truck drivers.
The Batchelor (chuckling): That would be fun too. But, I was gonna say you should stick your arm out the window and do the up and down thing so they will blow their horn.
Me: Uh... yeah. I only do that when the girls are with me...
So, I am passing this truck and I see something written on the side of it:
Um, sorry, did you say you couldn't quite read that?
Let me enlarge it for you:
Ok, now I know it has been... awhile since I was getting laid on anything even slightly resembling a regular basis, so my brain could be in the gutter... but, I read that right, didn't I?
Yes.
Lubricants.
