The scare

Last month, Hubby and I went on a trip. We had been stuck at home for around four years, working our butts off on the house. It was time to take a break. So, we went to New Mexico, to visit Hubby's sister. It was absolutely fantastic.

The only thing that was not good, and almost gave me a heart attack was the scare that Hubby pulled on me. We were driving through the flat (boy, talk about FLAT) lands of the south west of the country. The road ahead of us looked just like the road that we could see through the rear view mirror. Flat!

We were silent, and I started dozing off. I leaned my head sideways and allowed the humming of the motor to take me to a relaxed sleep. All of a sudden, Hubby steps on the brakes and SHOUTS:

- WHAT IS THAAAT?????

And I woke up, startled, to THIS in front of us:

On OUR lane! Dang!!!! Shit, shit, shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I almost pooped my panties and, in the few seconds I spent wondering when was Hubby turning to the freaking ditch to escape the crash, I noticed the smile on his face. The son of a gun...

I also noticed that the truck was not coming towards us. It was being towed by another truck and, naturally, moving forward.

And Hubby tells me se saw the same "very funny prank" on an add, on tv...

Tracey asked me if Hubby knows that I am posting some pictures of him that are a little naughty. Yes, my friend, he knows. It's my revenge for all the tricks and scares and pranks that he has pulled on me through out these years!