My husband came downstairs into our shared office and started chuckling over a post I had written, "Another uplifting post from Lindsay." I know, I know, I said.
I feel sort of ridiculous doing what I am doing but I think the fact that car crashes are such an un-talked about epidemic is more ridiculous so I'm willing to do this. To do something.
Activist makes me sound like a radical chick who doesn't shave her armpits.
In reality, I'm sitting here in my caridgan and lululemon pants trying to bust out a few posts before some of my kids come home.
I think about them being driven home and I think about the other people driving around them. And I know the facts.
Car crashes are the #1 cause of death to kids and it always bothers me.
I try not to think of the young woman I saw just yesterday smoking with one hand and holding her phone with the other, while driving!
I try not to think about the young pretty woman I saw just yesterday FACETIMING while at a stop light in Hollywood.
I suppose I am an activist now.
But I will always shave my pits.