I honked my horn yesterday. At another driver. Who came very close to sideswiping me during an unsafe lane change.
I'll have you know that in 12 years of driving I have never honked my horn in a near-accident type situation. I am generally more concerned with getting out of the bad driver's way than getting my hand on the horn to express my displeasure in the offending car.
So this car merges onto the freeway (I very nearly typed "logged on" to the freeway. Good GRIEF.) and proceeds to sail across several lanes in one fell swoop. The swoop stopped at my lane, where I suppose I was in her blind spot, that is until I swerved, braked and honked. That was it. No big road rage thing. No close calls (not really), no slamming to a screeching halt, no spinning out of control. Just your standard overly eager lane changer nearly side swiping another car situation.
It's strange that I honked though. I don't think I felt particularly angry. I think it really was a "hey what are you doing? I'm in this lane" honk.
Hmm. I'm a honker now. I didn't think I had it in me - maneuver safely out of the way AND have the presence of mind to honk at an appropriate time? Huh.
In other news. I would love a pair of these sandals. Input?
In still other news, for the first time since... COLLEGE?!? I bought a pair of non-maternity jeans. I invested in three pairs of lovely, long GAP jeans and have worn two of them into shreds. Quite literally. The last pair is getting quite a work out. I hate shopping for pants. Fortunately I found a suitable pair of Levis at Kohls - on sale, even!
All the Easter candy I've been eating has effectively silenced my immune system and landed me a sore throat. I need to get to sleep, ASAP.