Sunday

Sunday pick-me-up

While helping the Momma clean the dishes after dinner tonight, she decided to help me get out of the funk I was in this afternoon. She did this by lending me her car—the new one Pops got her for Mother's Day—for the night.

Oh, the happiness.

There really is nothing like blasting my "Happy" playlist (with such delightful artists as P!nk, Mika, Queen, and Justin Timberlake) while tearing down Parley's Canyon in a Pontiac Solstice with the top down, the wind blowing through what little hair I have. It is so cool to see the moon and the stars just by looking up.

Am I too young to have a midlife crisis? Because I think I need a convertible sports car.

3 comments:

Sir Jupiter said...

Do I get to ride along?

Mr. Fob said...

I had a midlife crisis when I was 25.

Anonymous said...

Midlife crisis? Please!!! This would actually having a crisis. Your life is too perfect, and besides, you are way to much a control freak to ever have a crisis. You want a convertible? Buy a damn convertible.