The conversation went a little something like this over the last couple of days.
Him: Which truck do you want to drive to work on Friday.
Me: I don't care. Which truck do you want to work on?
Him: I don't know. Which one do you feel like driving?
Me: I don't really care. Which one do you feel like working on?
Him: [questioning] So you're going to make me decide.
Me: [exasperated] It all depends on what on what you want to do...
And that was the gist of it for a couple days. Friday dawns bright and late due to a middle night snore and kick fest. So when the same line of questioning came up again this morning while I was getting ready for work, I had had enough. I quietly put on my riding gear, staging my own little revolt. If he couldn't decide what work he wanted to do I wasn't gonna make him decide.
It was a GREAT ride. I expected morning traffic and my usual stoplight mania. No traffic and mostly green lights made it an absolute joy. I guess I have been switching cars enough lately that I have fooled the stoplights. They aren't recognizing me. I know that will change soon, but I will enjoy it while it lasts.
My little bike is in the upper left corner... The ride home was trouble free as well. Tomorrow is predicted to be in the 60's. YeeHaw!!!
Hope your weekend turns into something wonderful!