The Aliens Told Me to do It.

So, I got back on Saturday from the Twin Cities. And I drove back the last two hours of the drive, from Wisconsin Dells. And my mother … she just can’t be in a car when someone else is driving. For instance, I switched lanes to pass and she FLINCHED. I am not a terrible driver at all. I’ve never been pulled over. Hell, Ipo let me drive her car uninsured! Never had an accident. Pretty much, I’m a safe driver. But that’s ok, my kid sister informs me that when she changes lanes with our mother in the passenger seat, my mother flinces for her too. She also criticises my father’s driving a lot. Still, she flinched. And man, I wish I could express in words the retelling of this to my kid sister because she was trying to park in the wal-mart lot (we ditched them for target, oh, diff rant on them) because it was fucking hilarious.

Target has stopped stocking ANY and ALL of the SVU seasons. I think I might cry. I bought Project Runway instead. ::g::

And no, I still don’t want any of my chocolate.