Roadtrip!

I took a wee roadtrip this weekend with some friends. Oh dear. Where to begin? Where to end? Where to go in between. Let's start at my birth. At this time it was made very clear that I am not one for stressful situations. I guess that's where it ends too.

Ok. To fill in a teensy bit more... Our arrival time was SUPER flexible. You'd think that would mean that I had all the time in the world. Wrong. I was meeting my compatriots at the train station and going forth from there. So I worked in the morning and then had to finish preparing myself. There were casualties. I cut my finger at lunch. This injury probably has the highest rate of any in Germany due to the exorbitant amounts of Brötchen being consumed (and therefore sliced directly in the hand). Seeing as I can't even eat Brötchen, I, of course, did it cutting a tomato. I don't want to talk about it. Now that I'm back my wound has magically and instantaneously healed. But what the heck? It would not do so the entire time I was away. Rude. Anyway, by the time I had left my hair looked like Hermione's. It was quite incredible actually. It was as if I could see a clear relationship between stress level and frizz level. And let's just say that relationship was not exactly in my favor. Luckily my friends' train was cancelled, and they had to catch the next one, therefore biding me some time. And quite fortunate that was indeed because we were still there earlier than would have been ideal. So once we were on the road and I had given them the verbal handbook for driving with me, we had a virtually hitchless trip. Which is more than I can say for the return. Minus the man who almost merged into me because he was ILLEGALLY talking on his cel phone. But at least no one was drumming on the steering wheel (I mean with actual drumsticks. And no free hand to, say, steer) as I've seen in Utah.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.