Driving Miss Wendy

Rob and I are celebrating our anniversary a few days early because SOMEBODY whose name I won't mention planned a hunting trip for the week of our real anniversay. Supposedly by accident, but... Hmm. Anyway, so we're on our way to eat a nice lunch at P.F Chang's (an hour and a half away) and the reason I'm sitting in the back seat is because an earlier passenger spilled half a gallon of rubbing alcohol on the passenger seat and I was getting high from the fumes. So happy damn anniversary from the back seat of my car.