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Perfect timing

My husband and I often “jinx”– say the same thing at the same time. Or one will call the other, just as the other was about to call as well. It happens, and we always comment how cool that is.

This weekend, though, we took  it to a new level.

With shows close to home, my husband was the only bus driver for his artist this weekend. That meant, after he dropped the rest of the band and crew off at “bus call,” he had to take the bus back to the bus lot and I would pick him up there. He needed to fuel the bus, so instead of his calling me as he left bus call (which is what he usually does, and it gets me to the lot about five minutes behind him), he called me from the truck stop to head out to get him.

He left bus call around 5 AM, and he called me about half an hour later. He was fueling the bus, so if I wanted to head towards to bus lot, that would probably work out time-wise. I threw on a pair of jeans and tennis shoes with my over sized t-shirt I’d be lounging in all night. I jumped in the truck, and I headed north.

Now, around 5:30 AM, I would not expect traffic to be flying like it was. I knew he had awhile, so when I hit the interstate, I wasn’t worried about rushing. I set the cruise right around the speed limit. Traffic around me, though, had to have been cruising at around 80. I was being passed like I was standing still!!

Just as I was past downtown, I noticed a tour bus merge onto the interstate.

Now, I live in Nashville where you can throw a rock and hit a tour bus. So this didn’t phase me until I realized I was at the exit my husband had stopped to fuel. Immediately my brain went, “Could that be him? What are the odds of his pulling onto the interstate only maybe a quarter of a mile ahead of me?”

I sped up a bit to try to catch up, squinting in the dark. The bus passed under a street light, and I could see it was a solid maroon bus and trailer. It WAS him!

Immediately, I sped up even more, giggling my head off. As I cruised up beside him, I started flashing my headlights at him. Then as I pulled ahead, he hit the bus’s strobe lights and called me. We were both laughing, amazed at our perfect timing.

“That’s just how we are!” I said to him.

I led him to the bus lot, and I “helped” him get the bus parked. We did a little cleaning up and then threw his bags in the truck to go home… and go to bed! We were both on this giddy high, though, of his being home and our crazy-good timing.

What are the odds of all that having come together? I don’t know. I really don’t care. The fact that it did has left me chuckling ever since. And that, I say, is all that matters.

Supporting my husbands team…


My husband ROCKS about supporting my team. He wears Aggie shirts more often than I do! He’s all for all the Aggie license plate I’ve added to our truck. He hates missing my Aggie Game Watching parties.

And my team, frankly, has been sucking lately.

My husband’s team, however, is rocking. He attended he University of Oregon, and as such I do have a few Oregon shirts and I happily rock a bright green scarf in support. I’m even thinking about our adding an Oregon bumper sticker to the truck.

I write tonight from a sports bar in Nashville, rockin’ my scarf. Hubby is decked out in Duck gear. We are waiting for the Oregon game to kick off, and I very happily will shout GO DUCKS!!! at any opportunity.

I’ve forever been a staunch Aggie. Maroon and white was all you’d find me wearing. But today, in support of my husbands team, I happily wear green and yellow. I follow their scores and stats.

They are my second favorite team in the country. And I am more than happy to say that.

(Not happy to realize they’d totally kick my Aggies butts if they played, though… but that’s… not something to discuss.)