When your life partner boasts 'youthful enthusiasm', you do things.

Odd things. Like run with the elephants.

Or chase down the The Oscar Mayer Wienermobile.

Even if it is to just make it stop following you.

"Huh. The Oscar Mayer Wienermobile is going to be in Seekonk today," I said.

"OH! I keep forgetting to tell you. I saw it twice. In two days! The truck was on Route 2 in Warwick on Thursday. I almost turned around and followed it. And then I saw it again on Atwells on Friday."

Two different sightings. Two different cities. One way too excited 47-year-old man.

"So, the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile is stalking you?"

"Apparently. I'm going. Do you want to come?"

Um. No. Not really. I want to finish my coffee and the newspaper. Do my nails. Work-out. An oversized, iconic hot dog on wheels? Not part of this girl's sleepy Saturday.

But then I would not have experienced this with my favorite overgrown man/child. And I have to say that it was pretty perfect.

As was the moment when a burly pick-up driving sage rolled down the window on his monster truck, looked directly into Andre's eyes and said, "I really don't think women appreciate it as much."

Word my friend.

Word.