I love my truck. I love the Stewie, Tac Hel Choppers, and support our troops decals on the back windows. I love that we can purchase big items and not have to wait for delivery. I love that we can haul things around behind it. I love that we can buy lumber and other construction supplies for D-I-Y fix-ups around the house and don’t need help getting it all home. I love how it can continually surprise me – it’s amazingly fuel efficient on highways and a pretty shade of beige as well. How girly is that?

I love that only a few people can sit in it (legally) so I don’t have to play car pool maven. Driving with others in the vehicle makes me nervous. I think it ties back to the car accident I was in (as passenger) over a decade ago. I worry about being responsible for their lives and become a crazy super cautious driver. Oddly enough, I don’t behave like this when I’m driving something other than my beloved truck.

I digress, I was babbling about how much I love my truck, not my driving neurosis’.

I do not like being woken early on a Saturday morning from a phone call asking to borrow my truck. If you’re going to beg someone for the use of their truck, or ask for their hubby to do manual labour, you should wait and call at a reasonable time. Just because you have kids that woke you up crazy early in the morning to the sound of your kids watching cartoons does not mean you have the right to wake up the rest of the world.

No one should be forced awake before the crack of noon on a weekend! Especially not if they’ve only just gotten to sleep at 4am. *grrrrrrr*

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