Tuning Out

My husband can tune anything out. I'm convinced that an atom bomb can go off in our back yard and, if his mind is elsewhere, he will not notice. This morning we were on our way to work and our son was crying in the back. Not only did he not hear him, he also did not hear my repeated asking, "Do you know where his cup is?" I literally asked this three times. It's not like we drive an enormous car and I was whispering from the back seat. We drive a Honda Civic! How do you get this special ability? I want it!

I'm New Here, or, Second Guessing Again

In my first post I didn't even introduce myself. I suppose that's ok. Hopefully as I post you will learn more and more about me. Maybe I'll even learn a bit too. Either way, hello. It's good to be here.

Waving to Prisoners

Today on the way to work I waved to a busload of prisoners. To be fair, one of the prisoners waved to me first. Is this ok? I do this kind of thing a lot, second guess my actions. Did I somehow invite prisoners now to break into my home? He waved first, it would be rude not to wave back.