Do Not Overmix

My favorite thing about talking to Boyfriend's mom is that she loves to complain about BF's dad. It kind of makes me uncomfortable because I like his dad a lot, but that is easily forgotten when she gets into the really salacious stuff. This morning she told me about their recent trip to snow country where they drove through a dangerous patch of black ice. "I was good, better than I usually am when he's driving and doesn't know what he's doing," she told me, "All I did was pray. Out loud, of course!"