Last Monday, Himself asked me how my drive home from work was. I grumbled something about getting behind every stupid, moronic, idiot driver that was out there on the roads.
I’m sure you handled it well, he responded.
I didn’t, unfortunately. I said a whole lot of bad words.
He was surprised. When someone is in the car with me, I usually keep calm and watch my language. Not when I’m alone. All bets are off.
Your mom is there with you.
Pennies from heaven.
My mom seemed to find money laying around wherever she went, sometimes in the oddest of places. Most of the times it was coins, but on occasion it was paper money as well. She and my dad started keeping a jar of “found money” and every July would tally it up and go spend it all. One year it was well over a hundred dollars.
Now when I find coins, I look up, and say ‘hi’ to mom. I keep a couple of those “pennies from heaven” in the cup holder in the car. Mom rides along with me.
It must be something about Mondays that makes people exceptionally bad drivers. I met a few more of them on the road today. And, I didn’t say any of those “uck” words that she so disliked.