Riding adventure with the wife

My wife and I were taking my mom to the base for her monthly shopping trip, when we cut off by another driver this how I saw the event unfolding.

I watched in amazement as my wife having been cutoff by another driver suddenly sunk her fingernails into the roof of the car and ripped open a hole, climbing onto the roof of the car. There was that, oh shit! moment as our Nissan van swerved into the next lane. I grabbed the steering wheel righting the cars direction, as I was doing that, I could see mom in the rearview mirror strapping on her crash helmet. The van’s momentum buckled briefly as my wife launched herself forward and landing on the car (a pale brown Ford mustang) ahead of us, resulting in a thunderous crashing before she took a deep breath and leap to the next car. A cavalcade of jetsam and flotsam bounced off the windshield…rearview mirrors, license plates, the occasional rear bumpers. I swerved to the the left then to the right evading the burning trail left behind by my wifes rampage. In the distance through the fire and smoke I watched as she leaped from the last wrecked car slamming into the offending (a beige 1974 Plymouth Roadrunner) whose undercarriage hung so low that sparks poured out thick enough to be mistaken for an industrial fourth of July display. They rolled together several yards before crashing into a boarded up outlet store, one of many that dotted the side of the highway. I pulled our van to the shoulder of the road looking into the burning wreckage, so hot I could see the surrounding pavement being hungrily licked by the flames. I could make out the silhouette of a figure stepping through the smoke and fire. My wife stepped of the conflagration, proudly holding aloft the headlight of her prey… and this is why I don’t make comments while my wife drives.

Ds 202-Composure

She just needs to go to her happy space….a dark cramp tight happy place. With our there something special and fun watching them trying so hard to stay composed while the world goes crazy around them.


Ds 201-The Hulk helpless

A quick pencil sketch of the Hulk crying on Valkyrie’s shoulder once he accepted the woman he loved was truly dead(from the issue 207 The Incredible Hulk). It was for me one of the more moving image from the Hulk comics.


Ds 200-Working one box at a time

Not only is it a very different chapeau, it also serves as a shield against bothersome office based missiles ie. paper clips, spit wads and the always annoying extra large office rubber bands.


Ds 199 Buffalo wild wings good eats

Deborah and I went out this evening to Buffalo wild wings for dinner. I caught myself channeling one of those crotchety old cowboys from the westerns of the fifties. My loving wife gave me a polite smile with a ever so slight rolling the eyes “with love”. I got myself their “spicy garlic mix with the hot Thai curry” a delicious slap in the face of heat that cleaned out the sinuses.




Ds 198-Loved Kubo and the two strings

Laika and his studio are true masters of a dying craft. Watching this and his other movies you forget it’s stop motion. A movie I strongly recommend. Yes, I know that not the monkey from Kubo but I love the character of a photo I found online.ds-198

Ds 197-Kitty’s not into headwear

Sorry I wanted to post this yesterday but our wifi keep having problems. So happy post Merry Christmas wishes.