Cold Water Wash

When it’s ten twenty-nine at night and I am finally sitting down to write today’s post, all signs point (with wailing sirens, tinkly bells and flashing pink lights) to a very full day. While I waited at Wal-Mart in the line of the slowest cashier in the history of discount stores, I drew a (rare)…

Keeping My Hands on the Wheel

I am a rule follower. My phone is shut off even before the movie previews begin. All my text messages are properly punctuated. Leroy’s used cat litter is double-bagged, as per the city’s request. I sometimes worry about accidentally washing a sweater in warm water with my other clothes when the label very clearly states…