|photo courtesy of Virginia @AARoads-interstate.com|
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers as we made the journey to and from Dallas, PA. for the funeral of my dear sweet MIL.
We had to be carried by the angels for what a trip it was. Here is one of those "I love my husband, but...." moments. I don't know who needed a Xanax more, Jim or me. Although I usually admire my husband's energy level when it comes to certain projects, it irks me when we are on the road.
Jim does not want any car to ever be in front of him. So...he is one of those dreaded tailgaters. He will follow at about 5 feet away from the car in front until they give up to move to the other lane or decide to get even. That can be a very dangerous game of cat and mouse. Needless to say, it can make one a nervous wreck.
There were a few times that I almost saw my life in slow motion. Have you ever been in a bumper car? Then you know of what I speak....except we didn't actually ever bump anyone. Thank God.
Now I need a day to rest and recuperate. Wish me well, dear friend! I am glad to be in one piece.