To wishing I had a pillow to scream into right now?

[kenrick]

Now, I'm no speed demon myself and I hate boy racers, but my dh has been driving us home and hasn't hit the 60mph mark once. We're on a lovely clear motorway and doing a steady 55mph which I reckon is adding an extra hour to our journey. Our baby is starting to politely enquirer as to the whereabouts of his dinner and we are still miles from home. I have made several passive aggressive comments about the sipped limit on motorways being 70 but it hasn't worked. Would I BU to chew my own fist off?

tell him to speed up.
please tell me he isn't sitting in the middle lane?

Tell him to pull over at the next safe opportunity, and commandeer the wheel. My DH drives like a snail and it drives me maaaaaaaaaaaaaad!

YANBU.

No, we're in the left lane being overtaken by horse boxes and bicycles. Oh, and I can't even beat him round the head with my phone because my mil is in the car with us so I have to be all polite and pretend that I'm not in fact contemplating divorce

find an amusing but insulting nickname, how I met your mother style, until he speeds up
Lady Teddington Slowsbie is a good example.

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