oh jesus, fuck! fuck!

we're not talking hot sex here, i'm afraid.

the p's are in town, and they've been driving us around in their hire-car. the father drives, always. his driving is fast and dangerous and so frightening that it's had me near-chucking more than a few times.
the other night he turned right at a traffic light and i was sure we were going to die. i screamed "oh jesus! fuck! fuck!" and clenched The Squeeze's arms so hard he still has bruises.
i was sure i was going to die.
whether it's death by driving or death by drowning in my own crankiness we have yet to see.