Sign of Endearment

The sign hanging in the garage reads:

$70 tickets

3 hour drive

1 argument

& we still made it on time

 Actually, that would be somewhat inaccurate (other than the ticket thing).

Jeff and I went to Chicago to see a White Sox game this weekend and I once again realized that couples who live and drive in Chicago together on a frequent basis must have VERY strong marriages prescription meds.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we don't have a great marriage (and we obviously aren't on strong meds), but I do find myself questioning every time we go to Chicago for "relaxation", we were on that lead us to think it was a good idea, and then I usually start calculating whether I could make it on one income.  We (he) NEVER take the right turns, we (he) ALWAYS end up sitting at a standstill on Lakeshore and we  (he) ALWAYS end up having to maneuver the masses on Michigan Ave.  To be fair, I hate driving in Chicago too, and it is much easier to ask, "Why did you listen to me?!" than to drive  and end up saying, "I took the wrong turn". This particular trip also had the joy of a nice quarrel over parking (so you see, the sign is a lie--there was way more than 1 argument in this three hour period!).

After a stressful trip there, however, I guess we got over it--or at least Jeff saw it as an opportunity to possibly get on t.v. at the game.  At the White Sox games you can make posters to confess your love to players and whatever else you feel the stadium of 400,000 people plus t.v. viewers need to know about you. You already saw what Jeff wrote,now proudly displayed in our garage for neighbors walking by to see--again, I find myself wondering...

Just kidding.