We got home about 6:30 this evening and then it took me another combined hour to transfer stuff from one car to another and drive to the Kendallville house. And, oh my gosh, we followed a car from Warsaw to Goshen that refused to go faster than 45 mph. Finally, partway through that town, the car turned off . . . oh, but you haven’t heard the half of it. You see, this slow car apparently knew a shortcut and it met me at the north side of town and slipped in front of me again. ACK!! ACK!!! ACK!!!
Again, the 45 mph and then once again, it turned. I personally wanted to follow it and yell at the driver, but decided that would be over the top.
There has to be something not cool about being at a cemetery to leave flowers and then fantasizing about yanking someone out through their sunroof.