I have a very long commute into work (about an hour and fifteen minutes). Its a 2 lane road the whole way. I know where every single passing lane is and know how much space needed to blow around cars. It makes me so happy when i am able to pass the slow cars. I get a smile that my car has power and i left the pokey car in my rear view mirror. Its the little things in life.
At the same time....i have a short fuse driving. Im not saying chicken killer crazy playing bumper cars or showing my 9. I simply mean....the words that fall out of my mouth could make a sailor blush. It was brought to my attention this morning as i was taking my teenage daughter to school. Let me explain my case. A car was at a stop sign and she clearly was nervous about pulling out. I felt my blood start to boil. I kept my mouth shut and tried to listen as my baby told me a school related story. The car inched forward like it was gonna go. It was a clear chance to pull out. She didn't pull out. I snapped and in the middle of hearing an innocent story by my baby girl....i yelled "go ya whore". Yeah. Im not proud...but hey...the car pulled out. I turned to my daughter and said " I'm sorry... momma has no filter when driving". Seriously, shes a teenager...I am so so sure shes heard worse. I'm just sure it isn't being referred to an old lady in a Camry by her dear ole mom.
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