My last post was about Monday and Tuesday, so for this one we're going back in time to Sunday. It's a weak excuse for a Back to the Future reference, but I'll take it.
So, Sunday morning very early Kate and I left Texas for the long drive to Michigan. We had the truck packed and tarped, so everything was ready. We woke up at 1:30 in the morning and were on the road at 2:01. For those of you who don't know, that's early.
Kate took the first shift and drove till the sun came up. Then I drove till lunch or so, and Kate took another turn, and we alternated till we got to Michigan. We made the whole trip in a little over 16 hours. Not bad. The weather was good, and the only complaint was that police enforce the speed limit in Illinois. Seriously. No tickets this time. We did see lots of people get pulled over, though, so we kept the cruise control carefully set at 65.
When we got to our apartment, we spent half an hour unloading the truck and were about ready to call it a night. I was beat, Kate was beat, so we ordered a pizza and ate sitting on the floor (because the kitchen table had boxes on it).
This was when I learned that I had, in fact, married a woman. You see, I was tired and felt gross from a day in the car, so I decided to take a shower. I grabbed a towel that we had been given and headed for the shower. It was a very nice towel, soft, white, and monogrammed. Kate saw me and said "You can't use that towel, it's white." To me, that's like saying "You can't use that rectangle, it's a square." You see, to men, towels serve one purpose. They absorb water from wet things like bodies after a shower. White towels are a subset of towels, so by definition they are towels. Therefore, white towels serve one purpose: drying wet things.
It turns out that white towels (especially monogrammed white towels) are for display. To look pretty. So, I dug through some boxes to find a blue towel and took a shower. I guess Kate has some work to do teaching me what's what.