I really hate driving. I especially hate driving when moronic people are out and about. Driving back from The Four Year Old's preschool, some jackass whipped out in front of me in a monstrous gas guzzler from the previous century. I think it was a Cadillac. He then proceeded to drive the next ten blocks 12kph below the speed limit. When he turned off a pickup truck did the exact same thing. At the same intersection where the truck turned off I was faced with some toothless idiot grinning at me as he peddled his bicycle directly towards my car, down the centre of my lane. The lucky bastard turned the corner before I could flatten him.
My life has suddenly become busier. I will be chauffeuring The Four Year Old to and from preschool every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the next six weeks while his mom works at her practicum. If I see that idiot on the bike again......
The MIL is back in the hospital. The Favoured One called yesterday. He didn't really know much about her condition. He assumes she had another fall and she does have pneumonia.
DH has tendinitis in his pinky. Our quack, Dr Duck, has told him he can have a shot of cortisone, administered by the local surgeon, in three months time. At home DH bitterly complains about how painful his finger is. I've nagged him for three days to call Dr Duck and tell him how much it hurts and that he can't wait three months for the shot. Every day he comes home and I say, "Did you call the doctor?" and he says, "I forgot." I guess it can't be hurting him all that much.
The guy from Klitsa Doors came to measure our front hall closet for a door. First of all he didn't call before he started banging on my door. When I opened the door he stood there staring at me like I should know who he is and what he's there for. He finally said he was here about the closet door (speaking to me like I'm a child or mentally deficient). Then he tries to talk me into getting mirrored doors which I don't want. He left after about five minutes saying he'd give me estimates for the plain wood doors I want and the mirrored doors he thinks we should have. I'm thinking of hanging a bead curtain now.
Now, on a totally selfish note, I'm getting sick of knitting baby stuff. I want to knit something for myself.