Need a roof?

‘Cause I have some extra Shingles if you need any.

But seriously - Shingles (the ‘upgrade to chicken pox), is the total suck. I’ve been kind of incapacitated with them this past week. Sleeping more then I ever have, having no strength what so ever, and itchy as all hell!

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Today was the deciding factor. I’m done driving. Three days in a row now I’ve had someone almost hit me, in the EXACT same spot, at the exact same intersection. Now - it’s my understanding that when making a double left and you are in the INSIDE lane, that when you have completed said double left - that you remain in the INSIDE lane. Am I correct?

Apparently to the resident’s of Royal Oak (and those passing through) this concept is all too new to them. THREE days in a row I’ve had to use my horn, three days to many. Using my horn makes me feel like a superior driver going around telling people “HEY! you’re doing that wrong!”. But in this case, to save the oh so shiny paint on my car - I’m going to honk away.

I’m going along this morning - (after the contour almost came in contact with more then it bargained for) - and I’m getting back on I-75 south. No big deal right? Well apparently those who merge from the left feel the need to cut across not one - but FOUR lanes of traffic - just to run me off the road. This act of running me off the road results in my car spinning out - and doing a 180 so that I’m now facing the WRONG way on I-75 (during morning rush hour), and scratching my baby contour against the median. LUCKY for me - the contour was already scratched in that same spot - so no one will even notice.

This woman - who I swear was a thousand years old - just drives off. I get my bearings back - and get going the right direction, only to find the thousand year old woman STOPPED on the on ramp to the Lodge. Great place to stop. She rolls her window down and just waves at me like we’re old friends.

I have many colorful words for her and her 1991 red Cavalier. But I’ll spare them for my mother’s sake.

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Rotini knocked something in the toilet, causing it to clog and overflow. I love her. I don’t’ know why she finds such entertainment in sitting on the back of the toilet and just rifling through my things and finding the one thing that’s the most annoying, and knocking it over. She takes this annoying piece of crap and just carries it around in her mouth like it’s a freakin’ prize. Then she drops it, and it makes this annoying sound when it hits my hardwood floors…. and then she pushes it around for about 30 minutes, gets bored and hides it. But she sure is cute when she’s laying on her back all spread eagle in the middle of the rug licking her paws. Or when she proceeds to climb into the duffel bag (which is partially zipped shut) and falls asleep.

Jared is having a bad day. Makes my heart cry - and I can’t cheer him up!! I want to so bad, SO BAD. :(