Wheeless

My car is in the garage and it might be there for a while - maybe it's days are over, seen it's last pothole. So we've been trying to manage with just one driver in the house. Hubby's been doing all of the driving and he HATES driving. But more than that - I HATE be driven by him. He's aggressive when he gets behind the wheel.... very aggressive! And he uses the most foul language I have ever heard... in English and Arabic. Is all this necessary? I feel awful by the time we get where we're going. I'm the victim of road rage just by sitting in the passenger seat. Oh boy do I need my own car again!

My last post was to pay a tribute to a dear friend of mine who passed away. She also went by the name of Khadijah. Unfortunately some people got confused and thought someone was paying tribute to me. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm here, alive and well, just a bit worn out from riding in a car being driven by a maniac. No one has my password to post anything on my blog - so if the Good Lord decides my time has come the posts will just stop.

I'm having a nice week - but I'm looking forward to the weekend so I can hide in the house and not have to go anywhere.