Men and their toys

We were at my brother-in-law's place this afternoon. Instead of spending the lover's day having a nice lunch, we spent the day getting lost while driving to his house. I was the only woman among the five of us. My father-in-law was busy inspecting the garden, my son on the PS3 and my husband and his brother talking about fast cars. And there I was, with nothing to do, sucking on an icy-pole, reading the paper.

I overheard them talking about brakes, wheels, performance and coilovers. Performance alright. He'd better make up the day to me as the only 'coilover' I am expecting is him coiling over and giving me a good tight hug when we sleep tonight.