I was watching “RV Today” the other day and they were interviewing a couple who bought a million-dollar, custom made mansion-on-wheels. Seriously, the vehicle was so big, it had a formal dining room. As they sat in the breakfast nook, hubby extolled the virtues of seeing the country from the safety of their own home.
“As soon as the kids get out of school every summer, we take off for three months,” he explained excitedly. “We go all around the country, but we can sleep in our own beds and eat our own food. It’s great!”
The missus sat quietly beside him, coffee cup in her hand and frozen smile on her face. You could almost see the thought balloon over her head, saying, “Yeah… it’s… great… three FREAKIN months every FREAKIN summer trapped in this hell-on-earth with a CONTROL FREAK behind the wheel. I want a summer where I sit by the pool doing nothing! I’d like to schedule the kids’ dentist appointments! Maybe shop for back-to-school supplies early! Could someone get me a little more vodka to wash down this Prozac with?”
At the end of the interview, the host turned to her expectedly for an endorsement of the RV lifestyle. Her smile softened just enough for her to mouth the words, “Yes, it’s really nice.”
Translation: “I’m smothering him in his sleep tonight.”
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