Quiet night last night. Which is probably good since I am still trying to shake this cold/allergy attack. Mostly just snuggled on the couch, read and drank water.
There was some brief commotion as the closet rod/shelf thingie was yoinked out of the wall. Poor DS. I think he was avalanched by the clothes.
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Dear Fucktard in the Black SUV,
Yanno, I don’t mind you going faster than me. That’s actually my wish for my commutes – that everybody on the road would go *faster* than I am. But, whipping past me and then cutting in front of me in between the car I was a 1/2 car length behind – totally not cool. Because, then you realized your mistake & slammed on your brakes. oops! Seems I was going slower for a reason! Who knew?! Apparently annoyed, you slalomed out of the lane, narrowly missing another car. As you were forced to fall back again, you flipped ME off? WTF, dude? I was merely witnessing your fuckwittery! I had nothing to do with the fact that you apparently learned to drive from the backs of redneck racing mags. Next time, read the actual documentation instead of looking at the pretty pictures, mmkay?
Giggling like a fiend,
~Mare
PS….why in the hell do you need a Hummer? I saw NO scratches, dirt, sport sponsor/affiliation stickers or other indications of actually needing a gas-hogging vehicle like that. I’m willing to bet that you haven’t had any animal feed, hay, engine parts, loads of kids/camping gear in it.
*kaff, kaff….SNEEZE*
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