Set a timer for ten minutes, open a new post, start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
So here it goes.
All I hear about is my husband’s car. He tells me not to scratch it watch where I put my feet and so on. He even has a name for the car. he calls it Nancy. It’s just a car, give me a break. He cares more about the car then anything else. You know what I like doing, let me tell you: I feel like keying the car or putting sugar in the gas tank. When he starts talking about the car I tell him to shut up or keep quiet, I don’t want to hear it. It’s gets on my nerves and irritates the heck out of me. He drives everywhere and I have to walk or take the bus. So I think it’s a bit unfair. I can’t even smoke in the car. He cleans the car almost everyday.Cars will get dirty. Especially when you have children. So I think hes being a little silly. He told me one day that if he got into an accident instead of worrying about his family he would keep saying “My car, my car.” Your family should come first not some hunk of metal.