Actually, I was looking at Jan 20 when I tore up 3 cars in like a week's time. But the trip to TN is a good one.
Speaking of graveyards, Aaron and I were looking for jeans for him (he has none that fit, yep zero, he's like 2 inches shorter than I am) and we passed the Cruise In. Old car show they close the whole downtown Main street down for. He said something about a V12, and I wasn't listening. He said "know what I mean?" I said no, cause I wasn't listening. He says "You don't know what a V12 engine is?" and starts to explain.
I said my dad was a mechanic. He would roll over in his grave if I didn't know what a flippin V12 was... Then he'd roll out and beat me. Then we drove by the graveyard next to the house.
Well, you know Aaron. So the rest of the way home the pictures of his mind flashed loudly in my car and next thing I know Dad's extending his arm bones to hit me over the head.
Lovely. BTW, I think Dad says hi... :-)
