tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758316076148416776.post8517707423220083364..comments2023-09-10T08:01:23.095-04:00Comments on Midweek Musings: Old Habits, New Routines and Signs of Things to ComeMidweek Musimghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068845381876505653noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758316076148416776.post-62690761689128750242013-06-19T16:32:48.449-04:002013-06-19T16:32:48.449-04:00Road rage, yup remember it well. Hollie was about ...Road rage, yup remember it well. Hollie was about 6 years old, big enough to sit in the front seat. It was a warm summer day and the windows were down. As another driver cut me off I swore, under my breath I thought, but apparently not. As we both ended up at a red light, Hollie looked over at the other driver and shouted. "My mom thinks you drive like a shithead!" I gripped the steering wheel with one hand, used the other to hit the auto window rollup and prayed for a green light!Connienoreply@blogger.com