Grrr...

I've decided that I'd better start censoring my morning traffic language a bit more carefully. Audrey is a darn good parrot, so I can just hear her start rattling off some of my sloppily flung phrases. Since it is clear that my fellow road runners aren't going to sprout any newly aquired driving skills anytime soon, I have determined that I am going to have to alter my vocabulary.

Today I tried a new tactic. I growled. I narrowed my eyes, bared my teeth, and growled.

Maybe I ought to get my dosage checked....