I planned on giving my dad a call this morning but then… Bon Jovi came on the playlist I threw on shuffle. I’ve seen them live more than a few times with my dad – so I felt obligated to belt out “You Give Love A Bad Name” with as much emotion as possible & in turn – still kinda hang out with my dad.
The song I walked down the aisle to at my wedding came on & I got all cute in my head – started reminiscing on the (cliché alert) best day of my life. Stopped at a red light, while daydreaming I started twirling my hair – probably obnoxiously. When I looked to my right there’s a brunette, maybe 30 years old peering into my car. She rolled her eyes and fairly dramatically looked away.
Bitch. I was thinking about the day I got married; excuuuse me if I got lost in my moment. Really, I’m sorry.
The light turned green, I got eager…sped ahead & cut her off. Pretty sure she hates me.
& I Don’t Care.
Driving down the highway – I caught a glimpse of a man pulled over on the side of the road, attempting to strap… or perhaps re-strap a ladder to his truck. I was driving 70 mph, so to say that I even caught a glimpse at him might seem like an exaggeration – but I do remember thinking to myself that he looked perplexed.
That worried me.
Please let him know what he’s doing.
As I approach my exit ‘Let It Go’ comes on…Yeah, the one from Frozen. I’m picky about how I listen to my Disney tunes of choice though & actually happened to have the Demi Lovato version (which is way better…which makes it acceptable.) on my playlist. I really let it out – I suppose you could even say I let it go.
Where is the brunette to judge me now?
Pulled into work, realized tomorrow is Friday… & decided it’s going to be a stupendous day.
That concludes ‘Thursday Morning Drive With Jen’.