I was thinking that it would be nice to be a sheep for a day - especially when faced with your favorite meal. That way, you could have a rumen and enjoy that meal all day long! This kind of musing is a sure sign that I need a break from all this commuting.
And would it be too much to ask for car designers to put the gas tank on the same side of the car? One of my most humbling moments was the night I rumbled up to the gas pump in my brandspankinnew black MR2 Turbo thinking I was stinkin hot, only to have the attendant look at me and say, "the gas tank is on the other side (you idiot)." Took the steam out of my bustle instantly. However, that car was definitely my favorite car of all time. An incredibly hot little number - black with cream interior, two seats, spoiler, manual transmission. It was the only time my practical side lost out to my IMUSTHAVEIT side - if you don't count my brief and painful Renault Le Car ownership.
Life in a very small town can be either stultifying or fascinating - sometimes both in the same day. After almost seven years here, I finally garnered an invitation to "the" exclusive holiday party up the hollow. My first few forays up the hollow were as "guest". Apparently, I passed muster. One of the pluses of being invited is that I am usually the youngest attendee by at least ten years. The hostess is in her 80s, has a pack of much-loved rescue dogs (or, "doe-awgs", as she says), the house is old, rather sprawling, way up a dirt road, and is floor to ceiling covered in wonderful art. That she lives there on her own, year-round, fills me with both hope and admiration. There were two themes of discussion this evening: the town supervisor and doe-awgs. The wine is great, the food is "interesting" - and very limited from my GF perspective, so there's no fear of overeating - and you don't have to stay late.