Tortillas!!

Sooo this is an odd blog but I have come to notice that I will eat just about anything, as long as its wrapped in this little thing called a tortilla. I dunno why but everything just taste better when they are all warped together in one of these little things. Seriously! Breakfast, in a tortilla... Lunch, quasadilla. Dinner, carne asada in a tortilla. Oh the joy!! lol. I don't know why I feel the need to talk about things like this, I just need to point this out.

Traffic

Aaahhh the thought of driving in Federal Way makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs. It sucks ass... Like today today, headed to Erik's house to put the radiator for Ira's damn Camaro, (which is a story all its own.) I was sandwiched on a two lane freeway and a merge lane by a semi who had no where to go and a stupid driver who decided that the whole lane in front and behind him ( THAT WAS EMPTY!! ) just wasn't as good as keeping right at pace with me. It scared the living crap out of me. I cried like a baby when we finally got to Erik's house. The sad part of any kind of rough traffic i run into is my poor husband usually gets the shitty end of it. I yell at him, but he takes it like a man. Then on the way back some old lady ( I think extremely old people shouldn't drive) in a little red porche thing, with a license plate that said and I quote " It's red, It's fast, and It's all mine.", failed to use her blinker whenever she turned. Mind you she was in front of me and turned everywhere i was headed. I almost ran into the old broad at least four times... Finally she gets in a different lane then I, and of course failed with the blinker. I managed to get my window down in a fit of rage. ( THIS ISN'T EASY BY AN MEANS.) Then like any other road raged idiot I yelled at her. I managed to keep my finger down, it was hard. She just looked at me like a doe in the headlights. AAAGGGHHHHH!!