By the way, did I mention I ran a red light the other day? Just treated it like a mere suggestion and drove right on through. But see, I needed gas to get home from the sand dunes, because Shower, Shampoo and Mall Shopping me-time were sitting on the front porch swing at home, arms folded and tapping their feet impatiently...and the gas station was on the other side of the red light. Thus, the steely determination of a woman with her eye on the prize.
And even after the blaring horn of the cowgrandpa who came within inches of plowing into me, I was hardly even rattled. Which should concern me, folks~but it doesn't. It just proves how focused I can be~which verifies I don't have ADD~which is always a relief.
Where was I?
Hey, that rhymed!
Anyway, SO sorry cute little furiously cussin', scarcely tall enough to see over the dashboard Idaho grandpa, for giving you a heart attack with my shameful road manners.
By the way, there is a fine dusting of sand over every surface in our home. And a LARGE quantity of time was spent with a box of Q-tips and ear canals yesterday. Funny how, "MOM! I ALREADY CLEANED THEM OUT IN THE SHOWER! GEEZ!" is code for, "You'll likely find about a cup and a half of dirt and a smattering of black heads mixed in with the ear wax. Enjoy, groomer monkey mom, enjoy."
And I did, especially when I would shove the filthy cotton swab under their noses to show them what I'd retrieved. They'd recoil. I'd scratch my armpits, swing from Red Vines and monkey laugh as only a parental primate can do. Good times, peeps. Good times.
Well, time to get back to whatever it is I do.
Wait, did somebody mention pie?