So far tonight I have spent six wonderful hours taking an online defensive driving course, due to an unfortunate (alleged) incident that shall not be discussed, except to say that it may or may not have involved a stop sign on the way home from Easter Sunday dinner at a friend's house.
Really I cannot comment on this (alleged) incident, although I will admit that there was leftover banana pudding as well as brownies in the car, and I may or may not have been (allegedly) distracted. Also I may or may not have been (allegedly) distracted by the children in the car, who may or may not have been (allegedly) arguing.
All that to say, what a fun evening it has been. I have had the pleasure of reading three paragraphs of defensive driving material at a time, but being required to spend six minutes on each page (by law), so that has left me with lots of time to
think about how I can improve as a driver surf the
internet.
I joined
Facebook, and stalked dozens of old classmates. Because I really do need to spend more time on the computer. Who needs a real life anyway? Texas highways are so dangerous, there are thousands of drunk driving accidents each year, so I really should just stay home and...hey, wait a minute.
I just watched an 8 minute 80's style rap video about "The No Zones" (that's street slang for the blind spots of an 18 wheeler, yo.) I could tell that this rap video was def because it featured four white kids dressed up like DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. They were 2 legit. Word up.
On an unrelated note, I found an old album of DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince (who I shall now refer to as
DJJJATFP, to make things easier) when I was cleaning out a closet last week. And no, I never owned an album by
DJJJATFP, so it must belong to Greg. I can just picture him now... an angst-ridden teenager, sitting in his room, wearing overalls with one side unfastened, placing his
DJJJATFP album on the turntable, and nodding his head in agreement to "Parents Just Don't Understand". I feel you, man. But if you only knew the statistics concerning fatality rates of male drivers in Texas under the age of 24, you'd see things differently. Word to your mother.