Wednesday, March 10, 2010
In My Car (I'll Be the Driver)
I'm not sure why I even care, but I have an easier time of virtual strangers reading about my ramblings of life than people I know (of course Becca, Morty, Jon and Dith excluded). Denton barely reads my blog. His excuse is: he has to live it. Fair enough.
But David claims to dig it, and that makes me feel good. You know I'm alllll about the validation. It is possible some opinions mean more to me than others. I'm just sayin'.........
Anyways, back to the post.
You know I love stories of the absurd and this one doesn't fail to disappoint. This one has everything: the causeway to Key West, an ex-husband, a new boyfriend, a moving vehicle, DUIs, suspended licenses, and a very steady hand - and spread legs. And a ziz, of course.
I'm not a big ziz fan. No, really, it's true. But I'm thinking the only thing that would make the story better is if she were waxing, and downshifting. At the same time.
If convicted, she might get a year in the clink (Hoooogan!)
Song by: Shania Twain