As we were wrapping up breakfast at the Kneadery, downtown Ketchum this morning, also wrapping up a 4 day Thanksgiving ski weekend, and were getting ready to hit the road back to Pokey, Dylan turns to me and goes
“are you driving?”
and I say
“sure… you want me to?”
and then I didn’t drive at all. I hardly ever do. He just always has to say that to make me feel like I’m this luxury passenger while he’s driving Miss Daisy and working harder than a coal miner.
“are you driving?”
and I say
“sure… you want me to?”
and then I didn’t drive at all. I hardly ever do. He just always has to say that to make me feel like I’m this luxury passenger while he’s driving Miss Daisy and working harder than a coal miner.
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