A couple of months ago I found myself apologizing for the fact that I am a cautious driver…apparently I am so cautious that one family member regarded a road trip with me as a harrowing, tortuous, frightening experience and made sure I knew that in an email and a couple letters and all over Facebook on his wall and others’ as well. Yeah, I got it. I suck because I am cautious when I drive like when I’m driving on unfamiliar, two lane mountain roads. So I apologized. No, not for what he perceived to be my sucktastic, overly-conscious driving skills. I apologized because clearly a member of my family was frightened and frightened enough to warn other family members any and every chance he got.

I’m such a good little Golden Retriever.

But as abominable as my frustrating, prudent driving skills are in some people’s “expert” opinion, I am not one of two members of this family circus who have been involved in two rear end collisions in the last two months…rear ending other vehicles because they were perhaps traveling too close or driving too fast.

Of course the car is totaled. Thankfully my darling husband is okay but this isn’t a first for him. The front end of the car he drives is hopelessly attracted to the rear bumpers of vehicles in front of him.

Just saying…

So yeah, I’m the crappy driver, right?

Right?

Yeah right.

Anyone who declares that my ability as a driver is terrible is more than welcome to ride along with my darling husband the next time you come around to visit, that is if by some miracle we find ourselves able to afford to replace his totaled car. I’ll say a little prayer for you too, okay?