My sister and I emailed each other every couple of minutes yesterday. I was concerned about the fact that her new heart medication was making her drowsy and asked how she was getting to work...
Judy: David and I drive in to work together everyday, so he is always driving.
It is nice that we can carpool He thinks I am a horrible driver anyway. :)
Em: Haha! My friends think I'm a terrible driver, too. It must be
genetic. Let's just hope we're never as bad as mom. :)
Judy: Funny you say that, because I think that I drive fine. I do make a
conscious effort to drive carefully and EVERYONE says I am a sucky driver.
Maybe it is genetic.
Em: Same here. I never see a problem with how I drive. It's not like I
get tickets or get in lots of accidents or anything. And yet my
friends always say my driving scares them. Hmmmm. I have a T-shirt
of a little girl with pigtails who can barely see over the steering
wheel and says "I can't drive" in bubble letters above her. My
friends laugh really hard when I wear it.
Judy: HMMM, well isn't that interesting. I wonder why that is. I guess we are
not alone. :)
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maybe it's your penchant for totally giving in to the road rage gods at the slightest delay/stupid driver/cat in the road/tree getting in the way/wierd smell/spell of crazy weather that you encounter when driving.
remember when YOU decided that we should go get dinner RIGHT AFTER the byu/utah game ended and we spent a good half hour in front of the stadium moving at a snail's pace and you were SO pissed? ritz & i were highly amused.
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