77 pages and counting

I don’t have much to say today.

I won’t bore you with all of the stoopid blasted traffic situations I had to deal with on the way home. The oil tanker that was going 40 on the freeway in front of me and all of the nincompoops that kept passing me and wouldn’t let me in even though my blasted blinker was on. The woman in the Jetta who was sitting in her vee-hickle next to me at the Plum with the engine running, enveloping me with the smoke from the ciggy she was suckin down like crazy while gabbing on her blasted cell phone. And just other people who didn’t use turn signals when they needed to or, well, if I go too far into this, I will get myself into some kind of awful trouble by stereotyping drivers or whatever. Like, I am not generically fond of female drivers. But I *am* a female driver. So. I dunno.

This is April 25 and I am between birthdays here. In a couple of ways. I am between my last birthday and my next birthday. And I am between Mouse’s birthday yesterday and the GG’s birthday tomorrow. There are a *lot* of Courtois birthdays this week and in April in general. And there are some Fin birthdays too. Happy birthday to all!


One Response to “77 pages and counting”

  1. Webmomster Says:

    Turkey vultures???