If Tim were to write the story he’d probably have you all believing that this was some how my fault. But I assure you…well, let’s just leave it at that. I like my marriage just the way it is.

So here’s what happened. It was the night before Jaxon’s MRI and we’d just past the hotel we were meant to be staying in. It wasn’t peak hour traffic. But when you’re a laid back country driver and you’re just a little bit stressed out in the middle of city traffic, it’s not always pretty.

So it was dark and the lights were bright and destracting. Not forgetting the adult entertainment shops on every corner (hey, we have one sex toy shop in town, and we wont go because everyone knows everyone!)

When I said, “just go right here” Tim took that in a very literal kind of way. He did exactly what I said, instead of what I meant (ie: at the next LEGAL right turn).

He turned right. Right down a one way street. Going the wrong way.

Let me tell you how scary that was. It was at the bottom of a hill and at the time there was no oncoming cars because they were stopped at the red light just over the crest of that hill. On either side of us we were blocked in by high rise cheap hotels. At any moment, those lights were going to come over that hill and we were goners.

Seriously people. If you’d been there I don’t think you would have blamed any of us for shitting our pants. Which I didn’t, in case you’re wondering.

So we got safely to the top of the hill just as the red light changed to green. I’m not sure how I know all of this since I had my hands across my eyes and I was praying.

Tim cut across traffic as it started to move. I could literally hear all of those city driver’s cursing about us country folk who don’t know how to drive.

We came to a set of lights and luckily it changed to red, so that Tim and I could finally stop and breath. Through the “I can’t believe you just did thats” and the “You said TURN RIGHTS” I saw a bus come flying around the same corner we had just cut. If that bus had come three minutes earlier we most definitely would not be here to tell the story. And I would have shit my pants.