nothing worse than

curdled milk. i just went to add some cream to my coffee. but i grabbed the wrong container. man. the faces you pull in the presense of curdled milk are cartoon worthy for sure. who knew faces could be so pliable?

teach me a lesson hypocrite driver. sigh. that's such a cliche topic to make you upset, isn't it? but here's the deal: so i'm speeding along on the los osos valley road, in the fast lane, trying to get ahead of the slowpokes. and i do get a head of them. all but one. and that one is an old man going 55. the speed limit here is 55. and he's doing it. and he kinda glances at me in the rearview mirror so he knows i'm there and it's obvious that i had wanted to pass him. which makes me think he is mr. cranky mccrankster and setting out to teach speedy mcspeedy (that's me) a thing or two about following the traffic laws.

except — and this is when it became something worthy to blog home about — when the speed limit did change to 45 and then 35, cranky mccrankster didn't slow down. he had forgotten that he was trying to teach me a lesson and just blew through town going 10 - 20 miles per hour over the speed limit.

so listen, crankster. i understand your right to drive the speed limit. and i'd even give you a pass on the non-verbal lecture. but c'mon. if you're going to be all high and mighty you have to show some level of consistancy about it. capiche?

note to all wouldbe email writerinners: there was no tailgating. i'm no tailgater.