Poor Matt...

I've got an expressive face. I'm sure that won't surprise anyone that has met me. A lot of what I say comes out my eyebrows. I can't help it.
On Sunday, my husband, Matt, and I were driving home from church and talking about cars. This is a fairly frequent topic, believe it or not. I'm certainly not super knowledgeable about them. I can't just spout out facts because it comes out something like this, "The 4-door version of that car is so much better than the 2-door because if has a cuter shape." Yeah, Matt loves it when I use the word "cute" to describe something like a car. I think it ruins a perfectly masculine car for him.
Anyway, we were driving home from church, and we started talking about a car we had just seen. I commented that I thought the back end looked like this and proceeded to squish my face horizontally between my fingers. Of course, I did all of this without thinking that windows are see-through. A minute or so later, I realized that if anyone had been watching us, they might be baffled as to why this lady is making an overexaggerated face at the guy driving. The problem is that things like this happen all the time with me.
Poor Matt. I guess he got what he paid for. Luckily, it provides hours of entertainment for him when he tries to hold my eyebrows in place while I'm telling a story. Sound like anyone else you know, Mom?