It depends on how long it takes me to wonder what I'm gonna do.

I mean, honestly. Five miles from the house? Should I call home? Should I change it? Should I walk?

I'm laaaazy.

But once, when I was vrry far from home and no one was home anyway, it didn't take long at all. No one was watching. Maybe 10-15 minutes.

I think proximity to my very skilled husband makes me like one of those stupid women we all love to hate. I mean, I'm not a total airhead but I dunno... and it's not like he encourages this, either. I just get inept or something, when he's around. I wonder if that is like, somethng left over from the caveman days?