As of today, I'm failing Lent. I have not had any Sour Patch Kids (despite my cravings and the 3 bags my Aunt gave me in Pittsburgh!), but I've cursed more than I care to admit. It doesn't help that I have a very bad case of road rage and people cannot drive. Poor Brandy, was subjected to my behavior on our drive to and from Pittsburgh. I cursed, I honked, I flashed my lights, I flipped the bird, I tailgated and just about lost my mind while driving. I'm sure I'm not the best driver in the world, but I at least have a clue what's going on.