Preface

This morning's post is taking longer in the oven than expected, so in the meantime please accept this preface as a tiny appetizer. It's low sodium, low calories and has zero fat grams.

Stick it in the fridge beside the half-eaten salad, the leftover steak from Tueday and yesterday's sub if you're in a hurry; microwave later for lunch.

Woke up again at 2:30 this morning, still snickering about yesterday's adventures in the grumblemobile.

I'd previously discovered McCoy arrived from the factory with a pushbutton for a fuse ... and relying on me as a navigator while lost in traffic in an unfamiliar city during a rainstorm created lots of finger-pointing ... and opportunities for spontaneous ignition. Like, at one stoplight:

"Joe, roll down your window and ask that guy in the semi where we are and how to get where we're going."

"You mean that guy who looks like he just escaped from prison? McCoy, men never ask for directions."

"Why not? And you're about to make me ill."

"Because men never actually get lost when they're driving."

Disgust, muttering and dagger eyes: "Lean back and get your big head out of the way. I'll do it."

But in the end McCoy was a good sport ... and didn't make me ride in the trunk on the way back.

At least, not the whole way.