Mr. P spent part of the weekend at his grandparent's house, and it was two days of freedom for Hubba-hubba and me.
Hubba-hubba and I were on our way to a scrumptious Japanese meal, sunroof open, music blasting. Just like old times, in our younger and childless days.
And as in said old times, Hubba-hubba revved the engine of our Honda Accord and sped up the freeway offramp.
"For God's sakes, Hubba-hubba, think of all the gas you are wasting!"
Incontrovertible proof that I have become an old fart.
*Shout-out to chichimama, who had some similar gasoline related thoughts this weekend. That is not to say she is an old fogie, though. That honor belongs to me.