On Driving


So, so guilty.

Yesterday I called someone a bag of cocks because they did not accelerate quickly enough through a green light for my liking.

My hypothetical spawn will probably have to wear earplugs when Mommy is driving.



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sister
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 13:30:13

    Of course this made me meditate on the joys of driving in the morning rush to school… The pot holes big enough for an archeaological excavation, the (sometimes painted, sometimes not) topes (sorry, forgot the word in English…), the never-ending road repairs, Zig-zagging in between the people walking (or running) across the street at any and all locations, the taxis, the delivery trucks, the crazy stop and go combi’s, the enormous busses, the people selling you something or wanting to clean your windshield, and (definitely the most “fun” drivers)–the other moms dropping their kids off–(dude, you could cut in front of the president more quickly than in front of a mom trying to get her kids to school on time!)
    …And, if you’re gettin’ bored, every once in a while there’s the random cow eating the grass in the two foot median… Haa haa haa!
    Honestly, I run out of reactions after awhile… 😉 😉 😉 I find it incredibly fascinating and am always amazed when we make it home alive!
    Luv u and can’t wait for you to visit and grip your car seat! 😉


  2. Sister
    Aug 28, 2013 @ 13:34:39

    And none of this “hypothetical” stuff, btw…


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