** The lighting in fitting rooms is nothing short of cruel.
** My toes are sooooo ready for flip flops.
** A clean car is pretty awesome (even if only for five short minutes).
** I probably owe the car wash an apology note.
** The appetites of my children dramatically increase the moment school lets…Continue
The Devil’s playground is not would you would assume it to be. It is not Las Vegas, or a strip club, or Nordstrom’s handbag department. It is a suburban parking lot. With two exceptions, every fender bender I have ever been in has occurred in a parking lot.
Added by Lanita Moss on September 12, 2011 at 8:13am — No Comments