what a day

This morning, 3:00 Emily decided that she no longer wanted to be asleep and she wanted Carrie and me to join here amongst the awake. Some days she does so good sleeping and some days, not so much. Then, on the way to work, this idiot hits me on I-35.

Why is it that 95% of drivers see the 4 signs that say "lane ending merge right" and yet there are a few who zoom past everyone until the very last second and expect to cut right into traffic. Well, today, Mr. C cut it a little too tight and hit me. Then he was so conviced that it was my fault for not rolling out a red carpet for him to cut me off that he summoned the police. No injuries, very very little damage to the vehicles yet he calls our the police like they don't have better stuff to do. Sorry little old lady reporting a break in, Mr. C wants to report that his Accord got a minor scratch on it while crossing the yellow line and cutting someone off. My truck got a 1 inch scratch in the bumper (the part that wraps around the side next to the wheel). I was perfectly willing to drive off and say, "whatever" Now I have police reports and insurance paperwork. I believe that 1 in scratch will need to be fixed at the body shop! Can't have a scratch on a truck!

I always get really disturbed by people that think their time is more important. Anytime someone cuts in line, all they are saying is that their time is more important than everyone else in line. If someone zooms ahead of 10 cars in a closing lane, he is just saying that his time is more important than the 10 other cars. Then to call the police is to say that his time is more important than the policemen's time. "Whatever your doing, stop and help me address the scratch on my Honda!!"

I try to not let things get to me, but man people love to push those buttons. Imagine my joy to learn that my insurance, thus far, as paid $0.00 toward the birth of Emily. More to come on that nonsense. I can only handle one thing at a time and this grand canyon sized 1 in. scratch is first!