Caterwauling

I am liking this freelance gig.

So I got up early, spent four hours getting my car fixed, came home for lunch, went to the post office, met Angie for a cigarette/chat session at the mall, got an eye exam (and bought some new trendy BeBe frames), made dinner and now, at 6:30 p.m., am ready to start working.

And the cool thing is that I can work well into the night, which I always did before but AFTER a full workday. Not anymore, friends. My workday starts and ends when I want it (or need it) to.

It’s the little things that make me do a happy dance, ya know? 🙂

On iTunes: Sixpence None the Richer, “Don’t Dream, It’s Over”

I was driving to Annandale this morning to get my car fixed (brakes, tires, etc.), which I have been putting off for months. Finally, with travel looming, I decided today was the day.

Anyway, as I was driving along Little River Turnpike, a gentleman pulled up beside me a la the Grey Poupon commericals. He put down his window and said, “There’s something wrong with your car, honey.”

I looked at him quizically — what the hell else could be wrong with this two-year-old car?

“Someone went and put a Kerry bumper sticker on it!”

I laughed. “Imagine that!”

“Just thought you’d want to know about that — I didn’t think you’d actually want that on your car.”

We laughed and he speeded up as I made a right turn into the automotive place. He probably is a senator or representative or something like that, knowing this area of town. But I thoroughly enjoyed the moment, even if he is going to go and vote for Dubya and cancel out my vote! 😉