I am a Masochist

I am a masochist.  We all know that.

But masochism manifests itself in many ways.  Let me give you an excellent example..

I HATE long car trips.  Two hours has always been my limit.  Well Kingston is three hours - so I began to learn to suck it up........ besides the fact W (god bless him) would stop about half way for a coffee break which let me stretch my legs and wiggle my ass.

Last Saturday W wanted to return home from Kingston via the States........ specifically Watertown.  He wanted to open a US post box.  (He has one in Plattsburg - or some other American city just over the border from here) 

So off we went around 10:00 am Saturday to find the border and Watertown.  

EXCEPT 

it was a long weekend in Ontario.  And everybody and his brother decided to head south of the border.  It took us almost 2 hours to get to and cross the border - on a road that had no place to turn around or detour.  2 hours of inching along.  2 hours  of sitting in a car seat not getting to stretch my legs or wiggle my ass. 

We found Watertown and the Post office was closed - it closes - dontcha know - at 1:00 on Saturdays......... 

So we decided to work our way home.  It took 7 hours - from the time we left the hotel till I walked in my door............. S E V E N hours!  

Now that is not what makes me a masochist.  

Nope 

What makes me a masochist is W is taking me to the States again today........ and I agreed...... THAT makes me a masochist......... getting back in a car for a long drive to some distant small border town just to check his post box...... stuck in a car for god only knows how long................. 

THAT my dear friends makes me a certified masochist.

OR

a good subbie

OR 

both.