They think they're in control. They think you need them to watch the road for you; that it's their responsibility to alert you of any danger. I'm talking about the back-seat driver. We all deal with them at one time or another. Mine just happens to be a dog. Meet Boone, my back-seat copilot.
On our way to Ohio for the 4th!
2 comments:
Matt said...
I found the comment about the back-seat driver (who happens to be a dog) amusing.
Have fun in Ohio.
Aimee said...
The whole time we were at the beach this past week, my dad kept bringing up how awful my mom was as a passenger on the way down to Florida. I guess she kept sighing, and holding on to the dash, and pushing on her imaginary brake. :) Be glad yours is a dog. Ya'll look great! Wish I was in Ohio so I could see ya!