Drive me to distraction!
Okay, so there are some cliches that are truerolling stones gathering no moss and the grass is greener are two that come to mind mainly because I'm stuck in a ditch next to a sinfully gorgeous and far too stubborn man who won't allow himself to smell the roses. (Yes, I know. It's another true one.)
But I've learned that the kindness of strangers can lead to some pleasant surprises, if not actual happiness. So that (along with a fear of flying and a pesky judge who took away my license) is how I found myself driving cross-country to a friend's wedding with the groom's best friend.
Hmm. Best friend? Isn't there something about that I should remember ?