DWI

Most of the time, I am a very careful driver.

I mean, my cargo, after all, is very precious.

However, the other day, I was going lickity-split down State street, and was bouncing from lane to lane, trying to get where I needed to go as quickly as possible (I don't know if it was the music I was listening to, or the fact that Lily is a ticking time-bomb, or I had too many bananas that morning or what. I was just driving really fast.)

You know it's bad when you are leaning forward and practically resting on the steering wheel, willing the people in front of you to just PLEASE GET OUT OF MY WAY!!! Everyone was going so slooowww...I suppose it is relative, though, because at one point I looked down and was going over 50 mph.

If that wasn't enough of an indication that I was driving like a crazy person, Eva was holding on to her car seat screeching, "WEEE!!" every time I changed lanes (I kid you not).

I think I am more suited to the Autobahn.

In other news, I got Josh registered for school today (loooooonnngggggggg story), and I sat in the school office perplexed. One of the questions I had to answer was, "Race?" I hemmed and hawed trying to squeeze out the spelling of "Caucasian" wondering if it was with a -tian, or just a -son, or what. I scribbled a little just to hide any misspellings (heaven forbid that I, a possessor of the great English Baccalaureate, should misspell any werd). On the next page, it asked the same thing for some other purpose, but had a handy little box to check that said "white." I suppose I could have just done that, but I didn't think it was politically correct. It seems to me that if we are going to be literal, I would have to put down that Josh is a pasty yellowy-cream color. Like the Boston Creme pie yogurt he kiefed from Grammy's fridge yesterday.

On the way home, I got stuck behind some troglodyte who insisted on going the speed limit. Couldn't he HEAR my little Lily screaming bloody murder?? Sheesh!