P and I were driving south this morning with Mamu and Daddy. We dropped them in Philadelphia with P’s brother and circled back to New Hope, Pennsylvania for a wedding on Friday.
As P was driving close to the Connecticut/New York border he said, “Hey, C, here’s a bumper sticker for you.”
I’m not quite sure if this has some sort of other meaning, but I’m taking it literally. Although I hate to be thought of as the person who “hates rice”–because seriously I don’t!–I just would prefer to eat it only once a day, maybe 6 days a week, rather than every meal.
However, I did think this bumper sticker was photo worthy ;)