Mystery Solved

I used to wonder why my husband calls me 'Captain', as in "Aye, aye, Captain," which he says all the time. I guess I shouldn't wonder.



He: Why can't I let them drive the car in a parking lot?

Me: Because they are fourteen years old and do not have driver's permits.

He: But the grocery store parking lot is private property. We're allowed to do that on private property.

Me: Okay. Bring me the Florida Statutes that confirm this and then bring me written permission from the property owner. Make sure you have the proper written documentation to verify that the signer has the authority to provide the permission and that the signature is notarized.



He (while writing an add to lease out a rental house): How do you spell 'possible'?

Me: Why? What are you writing? 'Possible' what?

He: 'Possible' third bedroom.

Me: Don't write that. It encourages overcrowding and is destructive to the property.



The Captain is back. Finally. Now I need to put that to work and dig myself out of some sorely neglected administrative duties before I land all our asses in a major crack.