my hair takes forever to dry. right now it's still slightly damp... but I had to skidaddle.
on the rush to the train, MR. T turned 85,000... so, Happy 85th, T!
I had a small amount of road rage... but then the traffic light (where I was hit 3 weeks ago) - the left turn arrow didn't work and we all sat there like ninnies for 3 rounds of the light turning... AAAARGHHH!
Miss Impatient (hey, kids, that's me!) wound up going straight thru the light and making a jackassine U-turn... of course, there were 10 lemmings behind me.
wound up flipping the bird at an old lady in a Cadillac... think i've shown that finger to the same woman before... now really, why do they test me by going 25mph in a 40 zone? they're not exactly in a rush to go to work. please, if you are retired, stay off the road until 9:15am... unless you actually have a lead foot that's attached to the artificial hip.
yep. monday. still feeling punky and I am on the RRE... so I am surlychick.com til I attack my coffee guy at 10:08am.
oh... so the title of the post... I screeched into the squan station (okay, my tires didn't screech, but I did make a squealing tire noise with my mouth), pulled into one of the last spots open... locked the doors and heard the train whistle followed by the clanging of the gates.
off the subject: got a kickarse women's golf apparel & doohickey catalog in the mail this morning (didn't check the post on saturday)... lotsa good stuff and I really want to go to the drivin range... alas, it's 30degrees out and gigglemom is growling about painting still...
on that note... I shall pass out now to the best of my abilities on the RRE.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
