Thanksgiving would be incomplete without the ritual assembling-of-Ikea-furniture-for-mother. Forty-eight screws, eighteen (plywood) pieces, and two caliced hands later we have a new queen-sized guest bed.
On a less ritualistic note, I read this today during my online traffic school. Lesson #2:
“We carry our emotional state into the car. If we’re having a bad day at home or at the office we will be inclined to vent our frustration on the road. Add to that several cups of strongly caffeinated coffee or cans of soda, and you have a prescription for aggressive driving.”
So much for drivethru Starbucks.
