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I'm going to steal this analogy from my husband; this morning's commute was like that scene in The Truman Show, where Truman is trying to leave the island and what seems like every car in the town pulls in front of him and grinds to a halt.

First, there was the school bus. It was a particularly slow school bus, and the double yellow no-pass line went on for miles and miles and miles.

"There had better be a school somewhere in our near future," Charles grumbled.

Then, there was the pickup truck with the Marlboro Man at the wheel. He was more concerned with lighting his cigarette than he was with driving. Still a double yellow line, too. Whee!

Then there was the woman who couldn't be bothered with actually looking at the road. Whatever that was on her floorboard on the passenger side must have been very interesting.

I love living out in the country, but we seriously need less double yellow lines and more passing zones out there. I'm not asking for a four-lane highway, for pete's sake. Work with me, here. The chronically late implore you. Have mercy.

On another note, it appears that Drew has inherited something from me other than my devilish charm and amazing good looks. I seem to have passed along my hay fever to him.

I love spring, I really do, but every April, until my meds start really kicking in, I spend about two weeks with watery eyes, a runny nose and it seems like everything itches. I get that terrible itch in the back of my throat - you know the one you can't scratch? Worst feeling ever.

Well, for the last few days, Drew has been sneezing, sniffling and waking up with his eyes glued shut with gunky yellow stuff. (that's a pretty image isn't it? At least I'm not making you eat a plate of lasagna while watching CSI. I made that mistake last night, and of course it had to be an especially grisly episode with lots of gore and random disembodied eyeballs and stuff.)

So, last night I found a bottle of something the pediatrician had given me several weeks ago - a pediatric antihistamine. Genius.

Oh, and look..."May cause drowsiness." YES! PERFECT!

Charles and I were both like, "Hey, it may not work on his hay fever, but it causes drowsiness!"

LET'S DRUG OUR SON!

Did I sound a bit too enthusiastic about that?

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[Tiffany]

I really cannot believe the autrocious driving of some of my fellow Georgians!!

...this disgusts me...

I mean really, if you can't drive....DON'T!

I can hear them now..."Oh God that's so hard to understand!!"

YOu know, on the way to my grandmother's, which was supposed to be a day of relaxtion and good ole' grandma cookin' PFFT...

I got behind two wrecks...lines of enormous traffic and when I got into Atlanta, well, Gwinnett, it was like these people believe that putting your foot on the gas pedal is NOT the appropriate thing to do when driving a car!

Gods! -growls- ANGER!

I really cannot force myself to believe that the state of Georgia has really gotten so lazy or overrun that they just issue a license to any stupid -insert explative- who just walks in demandin' the right to drive.....DAMN, I hate this state.

-shakes head and walks off mumbling-