Rush hour traffic: a thing of which I am not a huge fan.
Yesterday I had to take an earlier shift at work so I could go to the Bountiful Handcart Days festivities. I had the privilege (and by privilege, I mean not a privilege at all) of driving home at 4:44 ish. I was all antsy about getting home in time for the party and all angsty at other drivers so I was slightly mad and then there was an accident which made me sad. So basically I was every emotion that ends in "ad" except for glad.
After experiencing the nastiness that is rush hour traffic yesterday, you have no idea how glad (ah, there it is... now all the "ad" emotions have been accounted for.) I was to drive home at 10 tonight! AND, with it being Pioneer Day and all, there were fireworks going off every which way I looked on my drive home!
It was quite a pleasant addition to the already much-more-pleasant-than-rush-hour-traffic drive home. It should be Pioneer Day every day.
The moral of the story is: I love life because I got to watch fireworks while I drove home tonight. Life is so good.
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