Lemonade

Thank you all for being here. I can't tell you how much it means to me, that each of you has taken time to come to my pity party. Please, help yourselves to drinks, tissues, and all the food your brain can handle. According Forbes, Atlanta rates 4th for having the worst traffic!

If you want to see my ugliest side, hop a ride with me during rush-hour... especially if I have somewhere to be. You will see something that resembles a monster sitting behind the wheel. You will hear the monster explaining how to drive to people, "Hey, Acura! Did anyone ever tell you that you are suppose to use your signal before changing lanes?!" ... "Why the HECK do you have a Corvette if you are going to drive SLOW?!" ... "Really, BMW?! You have way more to lose than I do"... HOOOOOONK! ... Yes, I am a honker... I am sorry. My mum calls tells me I'm "horn-cussin"... it's kind of funny... and very therapeutic...

Since moving to the 4th worst city to live in if you hate traffic, I have become a bit convicted about my wild ways. So, rather than throw a temper tantrum, I have discovered a new way to deal with my traffic-blues! Ironically, it involves something else I do not enjoy doing... that is- talking on the phone.

I have learned that the purpose of traffic is to catch up with friends I would otherwise just text... How is that for making lemonade out of lemons?!