much -ma to connie and involved parties.

And coming late to the Chikat - totally a cyst camp.

It has to be a cyst, ChiKat.

So we need to get a new car. Which means we're out the downpayment we made three weeks ago, plus another downpayment, plus whatever of our loan Progressive won't cover -- we got every bit of coverage known to man except gap insurance -- plus whatever our insurance goes up, plus the traffic citation, plus whatever my driving lessons cost. I think we'll just be able to cover another down payment and August rent at the end of the month, especially if we don't plan on eating much next month.

I know I should just be glad no one was seriously hurt, but I just keep thinking that we're going to be out several thousand dollars, all because I was scared people would beep at me if I waited through the green light for the green arrow to make a left turn.

Can't. Stop. Beating. Self. Up.

My maiden last name was, despite being both phonetic and shared with a highway and a baseball player, completely impossible for anyone to either spell or pronounce.

My married name is easier (2 syllables, also a word in English), but still gets mangled. I end up being either Altar or Atler about half the time.

Chikat- what everyone else said.

I spent a week a few years ago in abject terror after a 'we saw something' phone call.

I went in for new pictures (jeez, I hate that process) and an ultrasound. They didn't see anything, but insisted I have a needle biopsy. I demured, much to their horror.

A month or so later, the lump disappeared on its own. Cyst? You betcha.

Have a big, warm {hug} for the niggling voice and then set your mind to the best possible outcome.

{{Lyra Jane}} Driving social pressure can be a terrible thing.

I know I should just be glad no one was seriously hurt, but I just keep thinking that we're going to be out several thousand dollars, all because I was scared people would beep at me if I waited through the green light for the green arrow to make a left turn.

(((LJ))) I hate people who beep at others for following, or trying to follow, the rules. I was once yelled at, like the woman got out of her car to yell at me, for allowing someone all the way over into the left lane. They looked totally lost, suddenly flipped on their blinker, so I slowed down to let them across and onto the freeway. I figured better that than have them stop in the middle of a busy intersection. I got stopped by the light under the freeway. The woman got out of the car behind me to tell me that "Some people have to get to work on time!"

If one light is going to make someone late, someone probably should have left the house a bit earlier.

No one got hurt, don't beat yourself up. After your driver lessons, you'll have rightous knowledge of THE LAW on your side.

~ma to Connie

Oh, and add me to the chorus of it is likely just a cyst. When do you go back?

Someone remind me that I do NOT want to take up the ball-jointed-doll hobby, that if I HAD that sort of disposable income, I would be much happier spending it to make myself look like a Victorian-esque vampire, instead of buying a doll. But gosh, they're fun to look at.

I hate people who beep at others for following, or trying to follow, the rules.

This.

I hate it when cars honk at cars ahead of them for stopping for pedestrians who have the right of way. Or cars that honk at pedestrians just because they're in a crosswalk.