Driving. Need I say more?

Driving in Southwest Missouri is like having your hand stuffed inside a blender and being forced to look, or chewing on tinfoil. I absolutely hate driving in Missouri. People make me very angry. Ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you that I should probably be sedated and strapped into the backseat before we go for a ride. *Kind of like a dog-I need a tranquilizer or i'll jump out the window.

Anyways I tell you this because today I was driving and *honestly* minding my own business, going to speed limit because the sign says that's what I have to do, and out of no where this cross-eyed hillbilly with a beat up truck comes blazing by me and it kind of twerks me the wrong way. I, however, count to ten and keep going. Then the man gets over in the lane in front of me and gives me dirty hand gestures in the rear view mirror. Now ladies and gentlemen, this is uncalled for and so I get into the left lane and proceed to speed up a little and get next to him. I smile, wave with one finger and drive on-I even giggle a little when he gets stuck behind an older couple who seem to be sight seeing or are just so completely lost that they need to do double takes.

Now, if you talk to Colby's mom-Mary Beth she would tell you that I have the mouth of a sailor. To that I say this --Mary Beth the lady was putting your son in harms way, I didn't know you were on the phone with him at the time, I was protecting your son with my words that's why I dropped the f-bomb....But I have to tell ya, I only said F-u-c. If ya know what I mean. ; )
Mwwwah!