I was thinking this morning about the recent trip to Tijuana. Along the way, despite all the darkness we saw, there were some very funny times. Our little team tends to be on the quick-witted side. I cannot hold a candle to most of them.

But I was thinking this morning about one of my funnier one-liners on the trip. It is a bit irreverent but hopefully you will see the humor.

Tijuana traffic is ... interesting. Not a lot of respect for those yellow and white lines on the road. I have driven ... usually multiple times ... in every major US city as well as several major Canadian cities. Chicago, LA, Manhattan, Dallas, San Francisco, Seattle, Houston, Toronto ... on and on ... you name it, I have driven it. And always done fairly well.

Not sure I could do that in Tijuana though. I mean, generally I expect people to stay inside their lanes and they usually comply. In Tijuana, there is constant jockeying in and out of lanes but, to make matters worse, constant maneuevers to make entirely new lanes as well. And some times the lines on the road ... well, they just don't make sense. Let's leave that at that.

One day, Dan was driving us in the van. He's driven in Tijuana before and, really, I was pretty impressed. That doesn't mean there weren't some interesting moments but overall I was impressed. (The saving grace about this is that, when you get in these tough traffic situations there, traffic is moving slowly so you would not be in some kind of dramatic life-threatening crash ... more like a fender slide instead.)

Anyway, as Dan was deftly moving us through traffic, Beth prayed for "angel bumpers" to come and protect our van. I thought that was neat and cute. But, in my response, I had to be honest when I said the following to Dan:

"Dan, I also pray while you are driving. It's just that all of my prayers seem to start with 'Oh, sweet mother of Jesus.'"