Tuesday, July 31, 2001


I forgot to mention the most tragic incident of the weekend. It wasn't the deep freezer going kaput or getting my finger ruthlessly rolled up in a window like some poor souls. My car rolled over to 10,000 miles.

I guess I thought my car would remain forever young. Aaron was driving at the time and I wanted him to pull over for a moment of silence. I think he was secretly pleased. He thinks I baby my car. Ok, so I don't like to turn on the air conditioning or drive it in the snow. I wanted to keep my car new for as long as possible, so I made him drive us in his Jeep most of the time.

I hope he and is grubby ole Jeep are happy.

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