What’s YOUR Excuse?

[image error]As I sit in the car in utter fear and mortification, counting, counting, counting, I wonder: what has led me to this humiliating, horrible experience?

Is it because of some deep-seated hatred for my brother?

No. I shake my head vehemently as I whisper 77, 78, 79… I love my brother.

Do I want to sabotage my relationship with my new sister-in-law-to-be?

Again, I shake my head no and continue counting…80, 81, 82.

No, and actually, I hate being late, and yet, I am always delayed, postponed,...