Martini Marathon: The Traffic Ticket

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Traffic Ticket

Today wasn't a good day. As I drove frantically to counseling, my estranged husband called to ask my opinion on something. “Where have I always wanted to go?” He asked as if a child on (geez I hate to use this comparison, but… I must) Christmas morning. “The sand dunes in California,” I answered.... Sign in to see full entry.

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I do some crazy things. I am that person who unintentionally says the most inappropriate things at the worst possible times. This blog is dedicated to my crazy mishaps and all the humor I find in the chaos around me. It really has nothing at all to do with Martinis, except that I usually find myself needing one at the end of the day.

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