Like the fact that I make a lot of left turns across mental traffic! Or something like that...
I'm still debating Monday night. Have now potentially turned it into a roadtrip with a friend (Mr. Gorgeous
)and so have dropped back into coy Southern female mode and am letting him make the call. What has become of me? I feel like I'm in Jr. High. Think I'll go listen to Zep 4 and get my game back on. Or maybe I finally DO have my game on. Surrender, yeah, that's it.