Every summer I like to plan a family road trip. Every fall I realize that my husband and I have totally different thoughts on what exactly that means.
Me: When I said I wanted to go on a road trip to an exotic locale, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Husband: What could be more exotic than Metropolis? It’s the home of Superman!
Me: Somehow I think the comic book was referring to some other major fictitious city, not Metropolis, Illinois.
Husband: I know. We lucked out that it existed just a few hours drive from home.
Me: (Staring up at giant plastic Superman statue in the town square.) Not sure if “lucky” is the word I’d use....
Husband: Go stand there in front of it and I’ll take your picture.
Me: As much as I’d love using that image as my Facebook profile picture, how about we go into the museum instead?
Husband: Way ahead of you there, honey. I’ve got V.I.P. tickets right here!
Me: (Inspecting dilapidated building we are about to enter.) Did you say, V.I.P. or OMG?
Husband: (Ignoring me, completely engrossed in the gross.) What was that, dear?
Me: Oh nothing. Say, was that substance... Continue Reading >> | 
