
It amused me. So much that before I wrote it down, I just HAD to tell Kris. We were rushing, as always, to get out the door for church. I didn't have a chance to start telling Kris about it until we were on our way to church. We're driving along, and I get to the point where I am telling him how this woman basically had her bare foot hanging out the window, and I stopped short. I had just told him that her foot was hanging out the window and realized that something just didn't look right. See below the picture I got before I could finish telling my story to Kris.

Apparently that woman was not the only one who drove this way. Apparently my husband drives this way. An my overactive imagination is already predicting an accident while he's driving like this, and his leg getting crushed and broken, or him losing his leg completely. So I'm freaking out over a made up scenario and he's just sitting there laughing at me. The kids are in the van with us, and a conversation ensues about what Kris would look like without a leg. We were talking about prosthetics and my inability to deal with 'sick' Kris. I finally had to tell them to stop talking about Kris losing his leg because I was getting too anxious over nothing!
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