I looked like this.
Because of the snow and wind and twisty blow-the-PT-Cruiser-off-the-highway roads, I drove the intrepid. I thought I was being very smart. Then the gages GAVE OUT. Even though the numbers were gone I figured there was still same amount of gas in the tank as when the numbers were there to measure. hah! Daring. Then I drove with traffic, pulled into the designated lot, called my husband and greeted Michael with “What are you doing?” because he was standing around all awkward. Poor Michael. 
Michael didn’t pay for my parking! I was kinda bitchy about it. THAT SHOWED HIM! PS. When it is the weekend I don’t think leaving your house at the time you were supposed to arrive counts as late. 
very very very colourful No really 
bathroom flash & poster art 
so good so good, spinach, sun-dried tomato tart with feta… Michael agrees I pick the best things on the menu to order. It’s a foodie fat gift. I had a veggie lunch. Michael says he’s a veggie but he eats meat. I laugh and laugh. He says he tries. I laugh and laugh. 
frog gummies instead of mint CAN YOU TELL IT’S A UNI TOWN? haha
