Because Puffs (with lotion) are my best friend. And because I've emptied a bottle of Nyquil as of late. I'm sharing randomness. Not outfits.
That, my friends, is a '79 Mercury Zephyr. My first car.
I can sum my feelings for it up in one word: HATE.
The cassette player ate tapes. (Yes, I said cassette player.) It died at intersections that had any sort of slope. It was brown. It was huge.
While I was thankful that I had a ride of my own as a 16 year old, you can be sure I didn't shed a tear when my parents sold it.
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Yesterday. In Wal-Mart. A lady, who was about four feet away, pointed at me and said to her children in a loud voice, "She looks like Whitney."
As in the actress Whitney Cummings.
I only know this because I get it a lot. Usually from people I know. Not from strangers who are pointing and not really talking to me but about me.
What sayeth you?
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Winter might be having it's last hurrah this week.
Actually, I'm sort of counting on it.
That's why I went to Wal-Mart........I had to prepare for a day off!
Cookie and chili ingredients are snow day necessities.
Oh, and I was out of Nyquil.