changing times

After twiddling my thumbs and doing other useless things that one does when one is stuck at home feeling preppy, cheery and full of energy but forced to limp around the house, I decided it was time I took matters into my own hands. By that I mean, in a slow-mo defining moment, with violins strumming in the background, I reached out and held the car keys in my hand.

The joy that they radiated through the veins would require a separate post in itself. Such is the moment, that adding it on to what am writing would just adulterate it filling it with complete disrespect. Nossir, we can’t do that now can we?

Moving on, any of the images below can best describe me at different points in time over the last 15 years.

A cautious and careful driver
A cautious and careful driver
Scray Crazy Mad Driver
Scray Crazy Mad Driver
Well, as in temperature hot. Not the other kind. *sniff
Temperature hot most definitely!
Okay, an extra kid and animals don't count.
Okay, an extra kid and animals don't count!
My usual avatar, juggling a few different dreams
My usual avatar, juggling a few different dreams
Oh, okay, I let that slip in. A girl can dream you know!
Oh, okay, I let that slip in. A girl can dream you know!
This is accurate me.
This is accurate me.

Today, after I hauled my still sore right leg into our Honda Odyssey that the husband has generously let me use, and took it for a spin in the neighborhood, I feel like this:

yea.
yea.

Driving at:

This is what am reduced to now.
Yeah!

But hey, it’s surely time to say:

)
🙂
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