Ha ha - good show, Rick !
It is almost creepy. The other night I did the same thing (again). On my way out I could swear she lid up her fog lights at me for a fraction of a second.
I will accept it is a passion, even an obsession - but this is bordering on hallucination /psychotic experiences. Sitting in them at night. Giving them names. Talking to them - and now they start talking back (typical for a woman!!
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