This is one of those posts where I’m writing about a thing that happened a million years ago now (or, yknow, a few weeks ago;) — but that’s how it goes sometimes. So imagine, if you will, back in the holiday season, when people were excited about lights and ornaments …
. I know who my real friends are because at holiday parties, they not only build my vision of gingerbread house (check out those sweet marshmallow bricks!), but then decorate them, also at my behest, with a frosting bicycle. . (I would live here! Except that I would probably die …
The other day, it was dark, I was driving my work truck back to work, and I nearly got hit by another car. It was entirely my fault. I pulled up to an intersection, looked left, looked right, looked back left, and then proceeded through, totally without seeing the car …
Oh, brakes. How much I cringe at you when I try to squeeze you inconspicuously and, instead, with your uncommonly loud squealing, terrorize some hapless pedestrian crossing the street, causing them to jump in fright. How much, sometimes, I wish that the ubiquitous tale of the squeaky disc brake was …
