The other day, a friend of mine said the conversations my husband and I have are basically a sitcom. I thought this could be an easy way to get glimpses into my life, without the more detailed, time intensive blog posts.
Today, when driving home, Joshua was trying to decide if he could make a particularly annoying left turn (because Clemson doesn't seem to decide to put in protective turning lights)
Him: Can I make it?
Me: That car is far enough away. It's three street lights. Except one of the street lights is burnt out, so the algorithm is broken.
Him: Yeah, I decided not to. Because it was broken.
Because, obviously the way to determine turn-ability is based on street light distances.
