people amaze me

So on my drive to work today I'm stopped at a red light. I look over to my right and there's a Mom on her phone in the front seat texting. Behind her is he lovely 5ish year old daughter in the process of putting a target plastic bag over her head! I do a double take and realize she is now attempting to EAT the plastic bag. The only thing better than plastic over your airway is plastic IN your airway. The light turns green and she drives away still texting with her child in the back trying to kill itself with a plastic bag...

Then about 10 miles later a pickup truck cuts me off turning into the road and I'm driving behind a VERY animated argument between the occupants. The DRIVER is screaming and pointing at his passenger, not looking at the road. And the guy in the passenger seat is staring at me through the back windshield.

 

I swear some people are just sitting on 2000lb WMD. It's a miracle I make it to work most days.

confession

I feel jealous. Jealous and frustrated. I watched Bob cut out a new project and dig right in.  I felt jealous. I felt itchy to sew something. Pull out some yummy wool and dig right into a good sewing project...but I'm incredibly sore this week. I'm not positive why. But my elbows are swollen, my fingers are swollen (I couldn't get my engagement ring off the other day).  Costume Con is coming up and I really should start working on some things to wear there, I just can't show up naked. And all the outfits I'm proud of I've gained too much weight and they no longer fit me. And on a related side now how the heck is it that I gave up soda and gained weight?!?! that is NOT how it's supposed to work...But anyway the thought of picking up a needle hurts. and yet. I have to sew for work. I have to sew TWO big things. It's frustrating I have so little sewing ability I want to be selfish and hoard it. But I just can't. It's not what we need. But it still fucking sucks. I am so unbelievably jealous of Bob. Words I never thought I'd say. Lucky Bastard.