I love to drive — always have. I used to do nine hours road trips by myself — no problem. And my husband hates driving, so we’re a good match that way. But suddenly the idea of being a passenger is strangely appealing to me. We’re going on a day trip today…had to laugh at this exchange just a few minutes ago:

Me: “Soooo, what are the plans for driving today?”
DH: “Do you mean, am I going to drive so you can knit?”