Top Gear

I’m married to an alien. Literally. It’s clear that if we ever move to England, I’m doomed. I won’t have a single friend and the preponderance of my time will be spent nervously avoiding the blank stares I’ll receive in response to my jokes. My husband absolutely loves the show “Top Gear. He cries with laughter. Yet, “Little Miss Sunshine” which left me clutching my sides, often in the fetal position, in between a couple of insurance trips to safely empty my bladder, left him staring wild-eyed at me.