I am most definitely my father’s daughter because I am not happy unless I am going at least 80mph down the interstate (but 90mph is almost always significantly better).
But I am also most definitely my mother’s daughter, in that I tend to talk to (and sometimes yell at…) the other drivers I happen to be sharing the road with… especially when they make silly decisions, like driving in front of me while going slower than me.
This whole weekend has been fantastic. Like, completely. I’ve loved every minute. And now I’m on my way home and I AM SO TIRED. I’m completely drained of everything. I just pulled of the interstate to stretch my legs and take a 30 minute nap. I’ve been driving for less than 2 hours. I am either a baby or an old lady. I’m not sure which one.
OMG I AM SO TIRED. I have a dilemma because I need to get ready for bed and take my contacts out and stuff, but I just don’t want to move my muscles anymore.
Ouch. Apparently, I’m getting old.