Was jogging with two of my girl friends last Saturday. And a middle aged lady drove up by us and said she said to us "glad to see three pretty college girls out running" was "proud of us" for running. (Yes, I was one of the three)
I HATE MY VAN!!!!
The worthless hunk if junk has screwed me for the last time. I was leaving the doctors office, and the sliding door, on the passenger side with the ramp, CAME OFF THE EXPLETIVE DELETED TRACK!!!!
My anxiety and stress are through the roof now. I wish I had a mannequin or something so I would have someone to strangle.