During our trip north for Christmas we got caught in the tail end of the tropical depression that was cyclone something-or-other. I was driving when things turned a little nasty. Water gutters in the road were so deep the water was splashing higher than my car. At one point it was bucketing down so hard that it looked like we were in a car wash. With visibility to match. When the first opportunity arose I pulled over. Heart racing to wait it out. And not a moment too soon, not long after Hubby said it was done {for like the third time} it went mental. When it died off a bit, Hubby swapped me seats and he took over the driving.

Because he’s tougher.

Apparently.