The story: We were living in Ohio. Gty, being the sports fanatic that he is, decided it would be fun for us all to drive from Toledo down to Columbus for a minor league baseball game. It was about a two hour drive. I remember it being a fun day and not just because we ate at PF Changs, although, doyee, that didn't hurt.
Anyway, so Gty & I are in the front seat of our leased Jeep Cherokee (one of only three cars we've had in our almost 13 years of marriage, btw) and we are singing our little hearts out to "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. We were trying to get the duet down perfectly so we could one day sing it at our 50th wedding anniversary. At a particularly amazing moment in our duet I turn around and see this: