I think Dave is really over hating me. A few days ago I asked him to trade places and imagine if I were sick and had had all those close calls. Wouldn't he insist that I stop driving and let him take me anywhere I needed to go? And wouldn't I comply? Yes.
And I also reminded him about how lucky he is that only a broken clavicle and a broken motorcycle was the result.
His local dr. said that God must have a plan for him, and to focus on that. I agreed, and now it all his idea.
So I have to go to knitting and he is home with his car and the keys and this woman is coming to buy the car this morning hopefully. She already had a Mercury Marquis and wants the next smaller version, which is what we have. God is good.