See, in the outer banks (OBX) Husband and I had a wedding to go to. On a Saturday. And it was pouring outside. Traffic was so bad, the GPS kept giving us news like this:
Needless to say, Husband and I became exceedingly cranky as the minutes clocked by. Okay, truth be told? Husband stayed quiet and I became exceedingly cranky, but whatevs.
THEN I had this brilliant idea: I decided we should rock out to some old school hip-hop and found the perfect station. For the rest of those
Yep, so my new theory is that old school hip-hop can cure everything.
Plus, then we got to the wedding right as the sun came out and got to take pictures like this: