in the between: driving

I spent the first part of the first day of my birth month driving to Virginia. Twenty nine years and 353 days ago, I was born (that is, if I'm doing my math correctly. I've got "road brain"). That's 10,938 days, or 262,512 hours (not taking into consideration leap year days). If I don't think of it that way, then 30 years seems like a lot. But i'm not actually thirty yet, so why are we even discussing this?! Geez.

Ok, back to the drive. Is it just me, or is this seeming more and more like a necessity?

I find it humorous that the license plate is from Canada.

When I drive, I'm not a dawdler. I like to just get there. People driving slow in the fast lane? My nemesis. I just completely scared the crap out of Kari, who will be riding with me for a couple of hours tomorrow to Kara's house. (Don't worry, Kari, I haven't killed anyone yet :). Today was the drive to my mom's and then tomorrow will be my drive to Vienna, VA to pick up Kari, and then we are heading to Kara's in Maryland so we're closer to the race location in DC. (Don't worry, it really does make sense).

Kara has promised us pizza for dinner tomorrow before our race on Saturday morning....along with pillow fighting and puffy painting. What? Isn't that everyone's pre-race ritual? Because it's soon to be mine for all races (Alyssa, get ready for Myrtle Beach)!

One more thing about driving that hurts my brain...grammatical errors on signs. Anyone else? My two "favorites" are

I assume there is no magical force that will be reducing my speed for me somewhere in the future. For the LOVE either remove the last "d" on "reduced" or make it "reduced speed limit ahead". Before I find you and kick you.