So here's the deal... in a totally perplexing, inappropriate, not-good-at-funerals kinda way, I laugh when I'm nervous. The upside is that I also become very funny in strenuous situations... which often comes in handy. I also laugh when something happens...
Not surprisingly, I may have made yet another mistake. I usually take them in stride now, but this mistake bugs me a little bit. It has to do with hair. Earlier today, Evie pulled me aside from all the excitement...
I've never been so excited.... so giddy... to hang out at a truck stop. To the uninitiated (read: me), I thought they were "gross". No more thought beyond "gross", just "gross". All that nonsense stops today. These places are fascinating....