Remember that secret I shared with you? That I am afraid to drive on the Interstate? Well that fear is so beyond ridiculous.
You see, I had only driven on the Interstate that runs through Seattle twice and it totally freaked me out because it has up to eight lanes of traffic and I was with my husband who was convinced that I was going to kill him. No lie. It is a little overwhelming if you come from a town where the Interstate has only two lanes.
Last Friday I had to buckle down and over come my fear. I had the privilege to pick up the lovely Gabby who writes for The InMOMniac from the airport. The airport is 20 miles south of us and I had two options to get there: take the back roads or take the Interstate. Wanna guess which I decided to take?
So I started to merge onto the Interstate and once I realized that I was actually driving on the Interstate and that I was not going to kill any one, I did a little victory shout and congratulated myself for my awesomeness. You should have been there.
And I returned to Seattle on the Interstate. It was brilliant. I drove on the Interstate like I had been driving on it for years.
I'm on a roll people, what should I do next? Maybe dive off of the high board?