Would you like some cheese with that whine?

It took me all of about 6 hours to realize I was being a whiney little bitch.

I saw The Boop when he got out of class.  He was covered in dirt and his hand looked like it just came through a meat grinder.   Apparently after 1 minute of being there, he busted his ass.   Then had to do push ups.  In gravel.   With his wounded wipe out hand, still bleeding.

I dropped him off and as I drove away to start my trek home, I realized: I had just left my man to spend his nights in a strangers house, on a futon, in a foreign town, only to wake up to spend his days speaking only when spoken to, running 5 miles as a warmup, and doing pushups in gravel.

What the fuck was I crying about?!?  I was driving home.  To my bed.  In my house.  With a kitchen freshly cleaned by BuddyBuddy.   And seriously, woman, your husband is 4hrs away.  He's not half way around the globe, in a desert.   You're going to see him on the weekends, and talk to him everyday.  GET A GRIP.

So, I drove to Wawa, got a RedBull, a Hershey bar, wiped the sand out of my vagina, and hit Rt. 2, noting a few things along the way:

Blinkers in MD are optional.
The speed limit in MD is just a suggestion.  Unless you're in a photo enforced zone.  Eeeeeeverybody behaves when Big Brother is watching.
Polarized sunglasses make a difference.
The Harbor Tunnel needs radio satellites.   The Lincoln and Holland both have it.  Get with it, Bmore!
Even at 80mph, Roxy gets 26mpg.  Sweet!
Delaware has the best rest stop.   And, you can get Bmore AND Philly radio stations.  Yay!
I have a lumbar support adjuster button thingie in my drivers seat.   That only took 2yrs to find.
I must invest in bug-off windshield wiper fluid.  ASAP.