Ride on the peace train…
While driving home this afternoon my mom got a little road rage. I dont know if you could even call it rage, but she has a reputation for this sort of thing. Her first words were “You stupid jerk”. She had picked that up from driving around with my Grandma often as a child who does have road rage. So maybe its a family trait I should be aware of. We were at a stop light with a driver in front of us who was combing his hair. I dont think anything of this people do many things at a stop light. Her and I were even having a conversation. When that light turned green and he didnt step to it right away and my mom says:
“Youre beautiful, lets move it!”
I love my mom, she makes me laugh, a lot.

