I intended posting this last week the other day, but got distracted. Now that I'm here, I have more to add to it.
Anyone who knows me, knows I have a pet peeve about cell phone use while driving. Don't really care if it's talking, texting, looking at directions,...don't care. Pull over, or put the phone down. Simple.
Sitting in the office this morning, minding my own business, I heard a lot of noise coming from the living-room area. This continued on for a while before curiosity finally got to me.
In the recent past, new phrases have popped up for describing men. (NO! These are not new swear words. Don't get excited.) They are words for describing them getting in touch with their "other" side. (You'll figure that one out soon enough.)
We all know and have heard/shared our favorite "idiot driver" stories. Guys with electric razors, shaving. Women putting on make-up and using the rear-view mirror. And of course, cell phone use while driving. And one person, I watched read a book while they were flashing down the road. I have another to add to my list.
The kids moved into a new apartment. Though they had plenty of friends helping with the move, Dudette and I made an appearance anyway (like there was a choice?...right?)
It was actually running pretty smoothly, and we just kind of helped putter and schlep stuff here and there. It is always amazing how many tiny things need to be moved around constantly when setting up a new place.
But my major claim to fame for the day, was to help set up the washer and dryer, once they got moved to the laundry room in the basement, that is.
Having ridden a motorcycle before, I tend to pay attention to fellow riders. Road courtesy and respect, that sort of thing. Come Spring, I tend to be even MORE attentive for riders.
Bogie posted on the new ride she got. Riders are out there. LOOK for them. One of them may even be a friend or relative.
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