Can I take a nap with Soygen, please please oh please?

The other day we had some bad rains here as well, and I hit a pothole in my little car, and the poor dog who was on the backseat ended up flying and landed between the two front seats, with this look on his face like "holy shit woman, learn how to drive, will you?"

I had my husband assess the damage (which foruntately was nothing) and I think that the dog is still suspicious.

And I blame Bush for my poor driving skills and inability to see a huge pothole in a lake of water on a road.

I should point out that if you hit a pothole, in the rain, that you can't see due to water over the road, then you're driving too fast for the conditions.

I have never understood why my colleagues and friends (and even my husband) ask me for lifts in my little car. First of all, it smells like dog because he is "my copilot" (I even have a bumper sticker that says "Dog is my Co-Pilot" and if anyone gets the joke, they are truly a gamer).

Second, everyone says that I drive like Mr. Magoo. I just sorta get behind the wheel and miraculous I end up where I am suppose to be. I just sorta bounce my way around town, periodically noticing the scenary, but for the most part, miss all the important details. Eleazarr would just use this has proof that there is a God or a Guardian Angel, but my husband merely points out that there is a town alert every time I hit the road (kinda like when there are traffic reports) so that everyone is aware that I am moving around. So like Blanche so politely points out "I always rely upon the kindness of strangers" to make sure that I get to my destination unharmed.

My friends screaming usually helps to alert me to important dangers too . . .