I can’t be good all the time

This morning I drove into work on a bright sunny morning, with dry roads and no traffic ahead of me at all. So when a song I love came on the radio I turned it up three notches, sang along, and put my foot down.

It was fun.

And luckily the fence-less sheep weren’t out and about, because I forgot about them until I’d swung around that corner at a little bit more mph than I should have.

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