I can’t help it. I love to watch as the marks on me fade. It makes me so wet. I’m on the train, on my way to layer a fresh set on top. I couldn’t resist hiking my dress up to see.
And then mom drove me home. Before we left for Devon,mom got a burger and a frosty. I’m also super uncomfortable when people eat while driving, especially when the burger is pretty sauce coated. You’re just asking to drop food on yourself. Anyways, she drifted a bit close to the edge of the lane a few times and I called her out on it and she told me that I definitely wouldn’t like how she drove while eating her frosty.
Two blocks later we are stopped behind a semi with a trailer. We were slowly turning the corner, breaks off, waiting for the semi to get going. This guy behind us starts laying on the horn and flipping us off and tailgating. . So of course mom slams on her breaks (huge fear by the way. I’ve been rear ended.
Chase him to the next lights and I told mom to block him in. Normally I wouldn’t care about this.
But look at this from a different perspective. There’s me, fresh from the hospital half. Five foot/152cm.
I flung her car door open but my crucial flaw in thinking
See, I was just in bed for ten days and and your legs are where you lose muscle mass. And I had just opened the door
So I basically got clipped on my shoulder where it had enough force to knock me to my butt, on a reasonably busy road, after feeling something in my ankle pop. So there I am trying to yell at my mom to turn her hazards on. Took like a full minute and then she just was waiting for me to get up but hell, I expended all my energy just pushing the car door open.
Finally she came and helped me and we started driving and I told her she was right. I definitely did not like her frosty driving.
