Friday, December 11, 2009

Well, Not So Much

Yeah, so it turns out I can't drive after all. Apparently all those feminists are wrong.

Although when he got home last night, at the end of the day that was the day on which I backed into another car in the parking lot at work and word spread so quickly through the building that I got a phone call from Gray asking if I was okay because he heard it from Don who heard it from Mark who overheard it on the walkie talkies, and now they call me "Crash", on THIS of all days Gray looks at me earnestly and says, "You know I think you know how to drive, right baby?"

MELT!

Oh, and Karma's a bitch.