Commuting in the ATL is nerve racking. And now it is even more so for my sweet husband. We've started carpooling and I've started to give him gray hairs. On the way to work in mornings, I gasp and screech and grab the door handle. I give him all sorts of driving tips and he asks me to stop giving him a complex.
This morning, we nearly witnessed a silver honda get side swiped by a black honda and and the cars had to dodge each other by overtaking a turning lane. While I tried to pull the oh crap bar off of the ceiling of our car.
Ahh - the relaxing time just before you go to work, it's like boot-camp for your soul.
