Blogger, mother, dreamer, swimmer, biker, runner, coffee-drinking mistress of silliness… all in exciting Kitsap County!
So, I was drivin’ around town one day, and I thought,
“Does my van make my butt look big?”
What do you think?
How about this one? Maybe I should down-size.
This is NOT my car. It belongs to a stranger.
(Click on the pictures to get a **ahem** larger image…)
I wish I was “on-spot-witty”. A “Witty Witterson”, if you will.
I mean, I AM witty… I HAVE wit - it just takes awhile. Ya know, like classic cars - they don’t disappoint. They just need time to warm up. That’s me. And that is why writing is a far better measure of the depth of my potential than speaking. I need time to rev up that ‘ol engine. I need a delete key - for my mouth.
Let me support my claim with an example. One evening a few gals and I went to a local bistro to kick up our heels for a bit. My husband was unable to join us for the toe-tapping fun (ya know, to let the fellas know, “I gotta man”). He had kid duty. Continue reading ‘Sometimes…’
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