The first is in the hospital recovering from injuries.
See, this is the thing. I didn't really learn to drive till I was married; therefore, the car still scares me. And I hate to drive. Even just going to the post office is a dreaded chore. And see, we moved to a tourist town, so traffic is crazy. I moved from Florida, so I thought I knew crazy drivers. Nope. They got nothin' on these drivers! And the traffic is weird. You don't get convenient breaks in traffic in which to dart out. No, you'll be clear on one side, and not on the other, or the cars'll come along with just little enought space that you can't pull out without danger to you or someone else.
But you also can't sit there forever, so you have to pull out. I finally did and cut someone off. He honked at me. Really, I would have had enough room, but he was going faster than he should have. Scared me, though!
Then, on the way home, some guy had to swerve to get around a parked car on the side of the road, so I swerved accordingly. Almost took out a telephone pole. That's one I won't be telling Jon about. ;) See, I'm really bad a judging distance, so I'm sure I swerved a little much. But I'm stressed when I drive, and if Jill's screaming, add that to the mix. Then you have other crazy drivers. Argh! If only I had a horse and buggy! Those are the days I was meant for.
We've had a good day. Jill took an extremely short nap, so she's been easily irritated today, but nothing I can't handle. Much better than the past two days. On the way back from Hannaford, she fell asleep, so she's napping right now. Ahh, sweet peace. I just hope she wakes up before the sun goes down (it starts to get dark around four here because of the surrounding mountains), because I promised we'd go outside and play with her trike. I want to get outside before the sunny weather disappears.
I can't believe that in five days it'll be Thanksgiving! I'm so excited. Evan will be with us (Jon's brother), and I know he'll enjoy it. He works at a tavern, and I know he'll welcome the home-cooked food. We have a huge turkey! Ginny wanted a 16-18 lb turkey, and the closest I could find was just under 15 lbs, so I hope she'll be happy. That sucker'll feed us for another year to come! We're going to have that, stuffing, green bean casserole (blech!!), marshmallow-topped yams, pumpkin pie, apple pie (if Jon'll make it--yummy-yum!), egg nog, and sparkling cider. Also whatever Evan brings from the tavern. Oh, yeah, and we're going to make appetizers to eat around five. And we're having crescent rolls! Mmm, my tummy's already growling! Those poor pilgrims, having to eat the little the earth had yielded to them. But then again, they didn't have to drive, so maybe it wasn't so bad...
I have got to make more LJ friends. So next time I read someone else's comments to another journal (if I like what I see), I'm going to try to befriend that person. See, I'm shy around people I don't know, but I can do it. I never know what to say or how to act. Grr...
Anyway, my back is yacking at me, so I'll sign off for now!