These past few months I have failed to excel at driving.
Today I ran into a parked car.
Last week I got my first speeding ticket.
Last month I backed into a pole.
Two months ago I parked in a no-parking zone.
Today I also walked into a wall, complained to a saint, and dropped a brand-new lollipop in the sand. Oh, and mistook a giant ant for a spider and ran upstairs screaming.
*wide pretend-grin*
I'm going to listen to Tracey Chapman and stare at the ceiling and sip hot chocolate and pretend its something soothing like Sassafrass soda at an old train station while the bricks rattle against the wheels of a horse-drawn carriage,
1 comment:
Complained to a saint? Maybe I should try that.
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