little bitty girl

Stefan and I were at a very lovely wedding yesterday. It took place in Ingersoll, a lovely little town which is an approximate two and a half hour drive away. For various reasons, we had opted to go home instead of staying over. Before anyone objects, we knew we would do this and stopped drinking hours before we had to leave. We don't do the drinking and driving thing. I have issues with that.

Anyway, at the start of the drive, Stef and I started chatting about the wedding. Twenty minutes later, he reached down to turn the radio on.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Turning on the radio," he replied.

I reached down and turned it off.

"I thought we could talk during the drive instead."

We got home in an hour and a half.

Hah! I know my supernatural powers. I don't just talk for no reason.