My MIL, who is 91, drove her car up the back steps of her house last summer. But nobody has ever been able to tell this woman what to do. Now, after months of her children worrying every time the phone rings, she has announced she has taken the car off the road.

I can't honestly say I'll believe she's no longer getting behind the wheel until the old junker she's been driving is towed from her yard. But it's a start.

Anybody else here feel like the peanut butter layer in the sandwich of life?
[Confused]