I have concerns about this

Buies Creek to Raleigh is an hour drive.  But if you want any kind of actual civilization (I’m talking stores, restaurants, TARGET for crying out loud), it’s a necessary drive.  The husband and I typical do this on Sundays.  Which lately has been our day.  I’m so thankful for Sundays.

So let me set the scene.  I’m driving because it was me who really (i.e. beggedtogetoutofthehouse) wanted to go.  And the husband was coming off a insane work week.  This meant I had control over the radio.  If he’s driving, country is on.  If I’m driving, it’s generally pop.  And that horrible Miley Cyrus We Can’t Stop song comes on (this is pre-VMAs so luckily I didn’t have to envision her disgusting performance).  I’d missed the turn for the gas station, so I wasn’t paying attention enough to change the channel.  And then the words bleed from the stereo:

Hands in the air like we don’t care.

To which my husband, who is also the funniest person I know, replies ever so casually. 

When did putting your hands in the air become a symbol of not caring?

You’re getting robbed?  You put your hands in the air.

That’s the farthest thing from not caring.

::puts hands in the air as if he’s being robbed::

::voice trembling as if in fear::

I HAVE CONCERNS ABOUT THIS.

And that, my friends, is what a typical ride to Raleigh looks like in my car.  It’s an hour worth of random funnies from the husband.