A Deadly Combination

Pregnancy brain + new car = bad driver. Thoughts while driving to work today: Lalalalalalalala… mmmm, shiny buttons… lalalalalalala … 61 degrees? Is that cold enough for the seat warmer? I think it’s cold enough for the seat warmer… I wonder what this button does. Oops. Won’t hit that one again… Wow, the brakes are a bit more powerful… Yikes, so’s the gas… lalalalalala… Must program radio stations… Now, how do I load all of my cds into this thing?… Ahhh, seat warmer… Now, what was I going— Where is that— huh? … What was I just thinking?… Did I try this button yet? Oops, oh yeah. Gotta remember to not hit that one again… lalalalala… Almost didn’t see you there, Bub. No need to use the finger!… Pretty graphics on the dashboard… lalalalala… Oh, yeah, watch the road, not the pretty graphics on the dashboard… The funk soul brother, check it out now, the funk soul brother, right about now--man, do I sound better in this car! Fatboy Slim isn’t much of a lyricist is he. I could be a lyricist. Although lyrics are kind of like poetry, and I’m a horrible poet. Maybe I couldn’t be a lyricist— Oh, hold your horses, I see you for f’sake!… I wonder what we’ll have for dinner tonight… What did we have last night for dinner? Why can’t I remember last night’s dinner? This is so going to bug me… Stupid no-fault insurance state. Stupid people cutting me off in crappy cars... lalalala... Why do they still put the ashtrays in cars but not the cigarette lighters? What’s the point?… Is that mileage counting up or down… Am I the only one in the state of Massachusetts that knows how to use a turn signal?... What was I just trying to remember? Didn’t I forget something that I wanted to remember? Man, that’s so going to bug me until I remember what it is I wanted to remember… Was that the button I wasn’t going to hit again? Oh yeah, right. That’s the one… Adam is so not going to get to drive my new car. I know he thinks he will, but he’s not. Hee hee... lalalalalalalala…