09-25-2014, 03:30 PM
I almost need a drink to drive on some of the highways. When we drove to New York it was my turn to drive which happened to be in W VA and it was pouring raining going up and down the mountain on the edge of a cliff with steep grades and truckers doing 80 behind me. My husband woke up from his nap and asked what the hell is wrong with you, I was pale and sweating with my hands glued to the wheel and doing 45 while everyone was flying past me. I said I'm going to need a beer if you want me to keep driving.