Except I could not actually do without it. I need to drive places. Not only do I live in a suburb, but I am DAMN lazy - so walking is OUT.
Now. Let me just say this. We have only lived in this city for
I mean, I generally know where I am, but finding a particular highway on-ramp, just for argument's sake, might be slightly challenging. Maybe.
So when I left Hubby's concert at midnight last night I guess it's a possibility that I drove back and forth underneath the highway, criss-crossing the city at least half-way home before I found an on-ramp.
Which, had that happened, may have pissed me RIGHT OFF. Which would not bode well for the douche bag that almost killed me in our traffic circle.
Beyond all that, what should have been a 20 minute drive to work this morning took over an hour because the highway (that I was, in fact, able to locate, thankyouverymuch) was reduced to ONE. EFFING. LANE.
So then I blew that popsicle stand to take a main road into town. But of course everyone else had that same damn thought. So then I switched roads again and got stuck behind some asshole GOING THE EFFING SPEED LIMIT.
My only redemption was when I drove through downtown. (Get ready to be jealous.)
I, in driving past our country's federal buildings, glanced up and got a peak at my adorable crush, the famous dreamboat Parliamentarian Mr Justin Trudeau himself.
|Oh so cute.|
|I need one of these to drive me to work.|
And THEN at work I got the best. email. ever. from Hubby, which made me laugh so hard that people thought I had really lost my marbles. For sure this time.
(Don't get all sensitive though. He means well.)
Whats wrong with Americans
Family feud question was, Name something you would give a nickname.
Some answers were spouse, dog, teddy bear, and the last one i was thinking was maybe an instrument but i doubted it.
It turned out that it was a gun. They give their guns a nickname.
Seriously guys. What's up with that?