The train was on time this morning! I was so desperate to celebrate that I made sure to angle my handbag just right so that I smacked the shoulder of every person sitting in an aisle seat as I bolted off the train.
Ahhh, sweet, sweet revenge.
(I didn't really do that but I did fantasize about it, kind of like how Ralphie fantasizes about the essay he plans to write about the Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot range model air rifle BB Gun he wants for Christmas in that movie that plays a gazillion times over Christmas and his teacher waltzes around the classroom writing A+ A+ A+++ everywhere).
Good god, woman. I didn't even know you started up another blog.
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Time? What's that?!
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