for better or worse

disclaimer: any use of the word husband in the following post, and herein after, is made in jest. it is not my intention to publicly brow beat him or appear to be airing dirty laundry. he is fully aware of his shortcomings. and besides, to be fair, he didn't know he was marrying a mood ring.

i love my husband with every fiber of my being. he is the best husband one could ask for. after all, he puts up with me. he works hard so i don't have to. he is the best dad ever. when necessary he changes diapers. he does laundry. he feeds the kids. he shovels snow. he cooks. he cleans. to the best of his abilities. he goes to the store when we run out of stuff and i haven't showered. which is a lot. no questions asked. with that being said there is one thing that i can't stand. his driving. he sucks. this guy can design and have a machine built to stamp plastic that is as big as a house. he can run a company. but he cannot drive. when driving and he needs to turn up his music we veer to the right. when driving and he needs to turn down his music we veer to the left. i won't even tell you what happens when he tries to twist the top off of his pop. he steers where he is looking. which is not in front of him most of the time. when he passes a car he continues to accelerate to the point that you can't see the bumper on the car in front of him before he makes the move to pass. oh, and he is the only person i know that actually speeds up when he sees brake lights. he also doesn't seem to notice brake lights on the car in front of him until we can read the state of which the car is registered. to make matters worse my passenger brake never seems to work. even when i use both feet. let's just hope our kids don't follow in their father's footsteps in this department. just in case they do you have about 15 years warning.