Traffic was crazy in Dallas this weekend – full of idiot drivers. After another one cut us off on our drive down to the Mavericks’ playoff game, I asked The Boy: What’s wrong with these people?
Him: Inebriated, probably.
Me: Wow! You should play Words with Friends, baby.
Him: What?
Me: Well most people would have said that the drivers were drunk. But you threw down ‘inebriated.’ Very impressive.
Him: I said inbreeding, probably.
Me: Oh.
Him: Though one would likely lead to the other.
