They moved my exit.

Okay. I have been tolerating road construction on the highway near my home for at least a year now. It was supposed to be finished in October. Yeah, right… Well anyway, yesterday, I discovered that my exit was moved up by a half a mile. That’s right, by the time I wondered, “Is that my exit?” I had already passed it. Which meant a sister was driving around all up in the boonies. Passin the country fairgrounds, all up in the meadow. I must be sure and send a special “thank you” note to the state department of transportation. Hee hee hee…