Ricky had to get to the airport and I had to take him during rush hour. Not only did I have to keep my eyes open for the first time in a tunnel, but I had to drive it. To make matters worse, this was a tunnel, that first you had to drive over a long draw bridge and then through the tunnel, and guess what was happening that day, yep, stupid draw bridge, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSTATE, was up. So I sat, in about 6 lanes of traffic, each way, waiting on the draw bridge, so I could finish the bridge and get through the tunnel. I was pretty sure I was lost anyway and not on the right road, turns out I was on the correct road, just in the wrong lane. After I got through the draw bridge and through the tunnel, I had one mile to get accross all six lanes of traffic, in my large mini van and get off my exit.
I am pretty sure I will never, ever, drive in Virginia again. Atlanta is so much easier to navigate.
Emma on the other hand, thinks my yelling and cursing is quite funny and erupts in fits of laughter everytime I start up again. I am not sure thats a good thing.
Just thought I would share.
Hope your roads are clear and your days are warmer.





