Jeep

This husband of mine…

Does this thing when we're driving...it’s like his personal version of Slug Bug...but in our case…it’s called Jeep...

Every time he spies a jeep…he says…jeep...not loud…not forceful…just an observation…jeep...this came to be...soon after the first love of his life…rickety old red Jeep Cherokee…was towed to that scrapheap in the sky...

We’d be driving along…chatting away…and…blah blah blahbedy blah jeep blah blah blah blah jeep blah blah…

Then…on our country Sunday-drives-every-day-of-the-week…he added two more items to the game…cows…and predator bird…blah blah chat chat cows blah blah predator bird chat blah blahbedy jeep...

This old gal can tell you…that never in all her years…has she ever noticed or used the term…predator bird...and now…here she is…playing the game in her head…stop sign…jeep…need to turn right…cows….slow down…tight curve up ahead…oh huh…there’s a predator bird…

The seed had been planted…one of us has now been conditioned to notice these things too…

So clever wife me started her own game…blah blah Target…blahbedy blah…Chick-fil-a…chat blah…donuts…

Because we all know…what works for the goose…will work for the gander...

And this husband of mine may not be aware…but he…agrees...