The shrieking ones are in Louisiana. I am in West Texas. West Texas is almost too quiet right now.
I used to think I could no longer sleep in a car. Turns out I can sleep in a quiet car. Sweet Troy even drove for 90 minutes with no music so that I could sleep!
You know how cute and carefree you think you look riding in the car with your bare feet propped up on the dashboard? You don't. I had to keep from gagging at other people's feet propped up on their dashboard. So, I had to take my own down so as not to cause another driver to gag about the site of my feet.
Drivers of automobiles on their cell phones irritate me. Drivers of 18-wheelers on their cell phones scare the bejabbers out of me.
I think my father quizzes people he knows about what is on my blog. If they score well, they are allowed to continue to be his friend. Either that, or Monroe needs better cable television. Met many of my blog readers at church today (of course, do any of you ever comment??? Noooooo -- except Lisa C., thankyouverymuch!)
My children are not in this state. My husband is sitting alone watching television. I am blogging. Something is wrong with this picture. . .
