Road Rage in the Afternoon

I'm always happy to go out into the traffic after work because, people are so nice when I'm driving out of the parking lot. They always let me cut in front of them and everyone mouths 'thank you's' and waves. And, as I'm driving away from the parking lot, in my brief happy stupor, I always forget how incredibly STUPID and just plain inefficient people are behind the wheel.

I live 15 minutes away from the place I work. Every day I get out on the road, determined to make it home in 15 minutes, but NO! People  have to stop at red lights, at stop signs and for, get this, pedestrians! Who stops for pedestrians anymore?

How many times will you have to stop to feel fulfilled, you monsters?!? Isn't it ever enough for you!?

Yuck.

I'm craving chocolate.
I curse you, impending period...I curse you.

Hairy situation...

I shaved my legs today out of worry that I may get in a car accident and only break a leg.
If I broke other things, I'm sure I would be unconscious or at least in enough pain that I wouldn't care if my legs look like I had been harvesting a medium sized forest on them for the last month and a half. However, if I only broke A leg, I would be mortified if someone actually saw my forest. I imagine they would have to shave around the wound to sew it back up.

Ena, her husband Jeff, and I are also making fish tacos tonight. I'm sure E. will blog about it [she loves blogging about food stuffs] but first, I must brag about making guacamole from scratch! 

This is the scratch.

This is the very garlicky and oniony guac!

Not bad for an Eastern European who was afraid to try guacamole for a whole decade because it resembled sick child's boogers, eh?!

OH, and yeah, I start my new job on the 16th of next month. HIP HIP HOORAY!

PEAS.

Just realized that the acronym for my blog is Puppy Ears As Souvenirs.
What?!
That's absolutely blog-worthy. Don't judge me you bastards.