Scene: driving home from errand-running this afternoon, Ryan in the passenger's seat, Kaitlyn asleep in her car seat. The ancient Ford Mustang in front of us is being driven very poorly by a young man who keeps leaning way over to the right, probably trying to fish out a CD from under the seat or something, but it's driving me nuts because he keeps slowing down too, he's probably taking his foot off the gas pedal. We are on the major road that runs through west Lansing and there is a lot of traffic. Me: "Come ON, kid, pay attention. One of these days you are going to get rear-ended if you keep driving like that, and then you'll be sorry." Ryan: "Yeah! Your insurance will go up, and then you'll have to move out of your parents' basement." Laughed so loudly I woke Kaitlyn up. … [Read more...]