I'm home, I'm home, I'm home

Can you tell I'm glad to be home. It's a wreck that needs major cleaning, but I'm glad to be back. I hate traveling during the holidays. The traffic is terrible. We did okay except in Birmingham where some guy didn't check his blind spot and almost took us out. My husband blew his horn and I think the guy almost had a heart attack. He was half way into our lane before he realized he wasn't alone. It was very close. At least my husband did the smart thing and took his foot off the gas and didn't hit the brakes. We would have had a multi car pile up in the middle of I-65 just from being run over by everyone behind us. Oh did I mention at the time I was turned around giving my daughter her asthma meds and didn't know anything was happening until my husband blew the horn. So the guy in the other car wasn't the only one holding his chest.