Quick word to you crazy traffic people. Leave earlier! I’m tired of being cut off and tailgated because you can’t get your shit together.

Set the alarm, by a second one if you have to but stop being a hostile driver. I cannot be bullied and you only further your frustration by messing with me.

Why you ask? Oh, well let me tell you:

I slow down maliciously, letting off the gas when you tailgate.

If you irritate me on the road, I’ll do my best to get under your skin a little bit, since I got up and left my house in time, I have a little time to mess with you. Ha!

Be fair on the road, we’re all trying to get somewhere. That is all.

It’s the holiday season, the time of year when everyone is supposed to be on their best behavior and put up with the most crap from people. Drunk relatives at dinner on the holiday, relatives in jail on the holiday, gossipers, mean spirited people, they all need love during the holidays.

Regardless of the dysfunction in your own family, it’s good form to swallow your pride, show up and smile and make like you like these people. They are after all the reason you are the way that you are, and we’re proud of that aren’t we?

So go ahead and use this post as your personal purge place of all that is your holiday irritation. Something happen every holiday that you’re not looking forward too? We’ll comfort you, share here, we all have that one thing that we know will happen that really gets under our skin.

I’ll start. Growing up, my Mom didn’t express a lot of care, affection or any of that sort of gushiness you expect from mothers that love their kids to death. However, the grandkids are a different story, they get love, gushiness, the whole ball of wax. It grosses me out. I’m glad for the kids, they need it and should have it, so it’s great that she does it for them, I just can’t help but wonder if it’s an act to be accepted.

It just grosses me out. Your turn.