Driving to Kristin’s birthday party, I caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of a quarter-inch chunk of bangs, sticking straight out at a 90′ angle from my forehead.
Without even thinking, I started smoothing it down using my index finger, middle finger, and MY OWN SALIVA. Miliseconds later, a part of me inside started shrieking, only to be silenced by another part of me admonishing, “But it’s working.”
I have become an old lady. That or a cat. If it’s the latter, that’ll be bad news because both JWo and I are allergic. Look out. Heaven help you, if you have a smudge on your cheek or forehead, because I WILL LICK MY THUMB AND CLEAN YOUR FACE.
You have another reader in Portland, Oregon! I have become addicted to your words as well. Gotta check out dooce, party ducks and passion knit everyday. Sometimes multiple times a day just to see if any of you have updated. So far you and dooce are blowing my friend (party ducks) out of the water with your postings (as in frequency).
Love your writing.
K, that’s all. Gotta go get in the car and get my hari cute…after making sure the dog doesn’t have to take a…