Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, October 17, 2008
big city blues, continued
Today I noticed a sizable dent in the side of my still youthful Volvo. Needless to say, the car did not incur that dent while I was driving it or anywhere near it. For shame, anonymous car denter who did not even leave a note. For shame.
3 comments:
I am .75 miles away, drinking a Viognier cocktail and mentally offering you some to soothe your troubled mind.
obnoxious. has happened to me on my vintage volvo more times than i can count.
Or is the psycho contractor broke, homeless, wandering the streets, exacting revenge on those who done him wrong.
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