Life In Motion
The Irish Man is driving my car while I read The Hollywood Dog in the passenger seat. Occasionally he let's out vroom vroom noises and punches the gas which makes me raise my eyebrow, giving him the 'I am not amused' look. He claims that I once asked him "Is this some kind of macho thing or what?"
I deny all cases of snottiness.
I am chuckling at pictures of dogs in berets when he says, "I'm so hot. You're so lucky."
"Oh really? Is this your cue for me to compliment you?"
"Yes. You never compliment me."
"What are you talking about? Every time I let you touch me that's a compliment."
