I’ve been in a lot of ridiculous situations involving cars. There was the one time I slid into a cornfield in the middle of the night and was rescued by a guy in overalls who took off in my car while his friend and I stood in the cornfield and watched him drive away. There was the time in Texas when I was driving my parents minivan and got into a minor accident and was told by a Texan police officer that he was liable to take me to jail for being an out-of-state driver who hit a Texas driver. … Continue reading
I’ve decided that used car descriptions should become their own literary genre. This is because used car salesmen employ every and any adjective at their disposal to contort the English language into a sales pitch for a vehicle that should probably not be sold. Case in point, this sample I posted to Twitter:
You now have my week in a nutshell.
Other selections from the genre for you to enjoy:
“This car is nicely equipped with features such as *NON-SMOKER*, *ONE OWNER*, *POLISHED CHROME … Continue reading
I tend to be impulsive when it comes to creative things. It’s not that I have an aversion to pre-planning, it’s that I go from idea to action in 60 seconds or less. It’s how the Pinterest wall was born. That was good.
It’s also how I came to have red hair.
That was not so good.
If you are looking for a definitive location for The Spur Of The Moment, you will find it in my hair dresser’s salon chair. That was the place where she asked, “What are we doing today?” and I responded, without an ounce of … Continue reading
Let’s huddle up and discuss one of the funniest and most pathetic moments of travel season thus far.
Last Friday I had driven hither, thither, yon, and yonder – from near Canada to New Jersey – and had finally arrived at my hotel for the night. Not wanting to take multiple trips back and forth to the car, I loaded up like a pack mule and headed inside. To paint a picture: backpack, overnight bag, laptop bag, purse – which contained, among other things, a travel mug, a blender, and a bible – rolling bag, and my dinner from Panera. … Continue reading
I’m trying to wear heels more often. First, because it seems like a skill set that should be added to my resume as a woman. And second, so that I stop getting mistaken for a high school student at college fairs and high school visits.
But here’s the thing I don’t understand about heels. Actually, retract that, because there isn’t a single thing I DO understand about heels. I want to know who came up with this idea? Who thought it wise to put an entire woman atop two tiny little pegs? And who manages to wear these … Continue reading