lol!
I am A.
DH is a B.
Yep.
But…:I am SO thankful my two sons are also A’s. Hahaha. Take that DH. 
And when kids were younger when we took trips they preferred for me to drive bc I was more than happy to stop when they needed a break; whereas DH always wanted to “let’s drive a little bit longer and then we’ll stop”.
Mr. B is a solid Type B!
I think I already told the story of him cruising down a mountain pass on neutral… because he thought he could just keep going to the next town to fill up except that town was quite a few more miles further away than he thought. He made it and survived because I was not there. 
We both are closer to B and H & I fill when we are 1/2 full or even sometimes down to last 1/4 of the rank. We have never run out of gas.
THAT made me laugh out loud, and I don’t even (normally) eat Oreos. But it goes for so many things, and the pets certainly “talk” to us…
The birdie reminded me of this classic, which apparently was unscripted.
I think I love this rant so much bc we had a whole bin full of various smaller balls, along with about 20 soccer and basketballs, a rubber raft, badminton and tennis racquets, a croquet set, softball/baseball equipment, golf clubs, and several sets of skis in our garage, and our neighborhood kid was named Spencer. (Yet I still fail almost every Sports Connections).
This article gives a reminiscent look at the bit 17 years later.
This is one of the greatest things I have ever watched on my phone…thank you!
How did she keep a straight face? Great way to spend 5 minutes while waiting for the car repairs to get completed!
