While driving to work this morning 3 different people pulled out in front of us. Three! Seriously?! Am I invisible, or is that stop sign invisible? Gah! The first incident was on our road. Even if there was an accident we're both going like 10 miles an hour. Not too much damage done. The second - a little purple sports car with a dent in the side. I wonder how that dent got there! Not!! Driving 50mph down Mountain Valley would be sure to cause damage. Thank God for touchy brakes! Sheesh! Anyway, the 3rd was just trying to get through traffice...I do it to, but after 2 close calls already I was pretty irritated.
Naomi was with me, since she had slept over the night before. She touched my arm and told me I needed to calm down. I fought the severe urge to rip her arm off and got a hold of myself while thinking "Don't swear, Don't cry, Pull yourself together." After I relaxed a little Naomi told me that the universe is teaching me to be patient. I fought another urge to rip her arm off. I love her. I really do. Just not a fan of having someone telling me exactly what I'm supposed to hear. It seems easier to just be ticked off. It's really not for the record. Thank you, Naomi, for getting in my face. I'm glad I didn't rip your arm off. I love you.
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