It's the fault of the conversation a few days ago. That and forgetting to pull a chicken breast out of the freezer.

I have to opine that pizza with pineapple and ham just wrong. Then again, pineapple is mostly wrong in my book, except when it's delicious.

When a semi-driver is being passed at night, once the vehicle passing him is clear, he'll flash his running lights off and on to let the passing driver know.

I knew that! Of course, sometimes you think they're being nice and helpful because you're passing, and a few minutes later you realize they were actually angrily trying to tell you that your brights are on. And then you want to die of shame.

...or so I've heard. Ahem.

I've found condescendingly calling everyone whose driving irks me "you poor stupid puppies" and ominously narrating their unusual demise helps keep me calm.

A co-worker used to do something similar, and I picked it up. It is better for my blood pressure if I'm talking to the other drivers like they're small children. "Okaaaay, now what do we do when the light turns green? I know you can figure this out. No, not the brake. The accelerator, yes! Keep going, you're almost there! Good job! You get a gold star!"

I love pineapple and ham, just not on pizza. The only true pizza is sausage and cheese. And maybe a little bit of mushrooms. I have to go grocery shopping on my way home; now I want some pizza.

It is better for my blood pressure if I'm talking to the other drivers like they're small children. "Okaaaay, now what do we do when the light turns green? I know you can figure this out. No, not the brake. The accelerator, yes! Keep going, you're almost there! Good job! You get a gold star!"

Yes, this! Exactly.

Truck drivers are usually very courteous to others on the road.

That used to be the case, but I've noticed as a lot more truckers hit the road in recent years, the new ones don't seem to have the same courtesy or knowledge of the road's rules as the old-timers. Nor do they have the instinctive understanding of what their 40 ton metal projectiles can and can't safely do.

I just finished some sausage and mushroom pizza. Yum.

Oh, thank goodness -- I just finished up a work thing that almost fell into absolute disaster. OK, it was a minor thing, but still -- I hate when a small thing can't seem to get done on time because of logistics.

And a TV update for Sara: Ellen Degeneres opened her show today crying uncontrollably about a dog that she adopted from a rescue organization, got fixed etc., and then gave to her hairdresser. But then the rescue organization called to check up on the dog, she told them she had given it away to a good home, and they came and took the dog, since apparently she had signed a thing saying she'd either keep the dog herself or give it back to the rescue organization. So she feels really bad that the dog is out of a home again and the hairdresser's kids are out of a dog. She was really crying a lot.

Oh, man, I've been on the getting your dog taken away end of that and it sucks.