Guess where I'm going.
Another day another dollar. This morning I'm going to get a bridge. Not like the London, Brooklyn or Over Troubled Waters, this is temporary. It'll reside in my mouth two weeks and then I get my permanent pearly whites.
I have to drive over a real bridge to get to the office. The toll is $5. The first year I lived in the area it was 35 cents. I can't roll my car window down so I need to open the door to give the toll taker my money. It's not the slightest bit embarrassing.
Rather than sitting up until 2 a.m. watching mindless television I should have done this last night. All I can think of this morning is the drive over and time in the chair wishing I was anywhere else.
I'll finish this when I get home.
Well that was fun. Three and a half hours later and I'm back where I belong. I'm not sure if it's my age, the car I drive or just they way it is these days, but freeway driving scares the crap out of me. I don't do it often as Wanda is the family designated driver. Not because she is better than me but because RAVA2E is hers. We rarely take the '91 Acclaim out for pleasure or business drives. So here I am trying to drive the posted speed limit of 65 and I'm going 75-77 with the flow of traffic and I'm in the middle lane. So I pulled to the right, slowed to 65 and joined four old people and two large trucks.
I made it there and back again, just like Mr. Bilbo. I'm happy to say I now have a nice looking temporary bridge. I won't need to take out my teeth when I go to bed tonight.
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