Stacy and I generally take turns driving when we’re together (which is basically just on weekends, thanks to work), mostly with her driving to our destination and me driving back.  When I’m driving, I’m a little safer as she won’t counter-attack against my comments while we’re in motion, but, of course, most of my remarks don’t come when I’m driving, because I’m focusing on the task at hand.  And yelling at stupid drivers.

My wolfy shirt is by The Mountain.  He’s watching you over the dashboard.  -_-  Gr.