Last Thursday, our “first-date anniversary” came and went. Neither of us remembered it. I just happened to look at my calendar today and realized we’d missed it. I know that it’s one of those anniversaries that becomes less significant once you’re married, but it’s still something we’d always remembered, until this year. I guess it’s the latest piece of “couple” life that’s been lost in the chaos of “parent” life. But it’s a fair trade in my book.
Last night William said his first grammatically-correct, four-word sentence:
“I love you, car.”
Amy is watching her DVR recording of The Bachelorette. Tonight’s episode is happening in Turkey. There’s a badass racetrack in Turkey. That’s the only positive thing I can think of to say.
Jesus tap-dancing Christ. This vapidity knows no bounds.
- Johnny Vaughan, on TopGear, Season 15, Episode 1
Someone just got their first raise in 2.5 years.
In the little town in NC where I work, there are two fast-food restaurants: Subway and Burger King. If you’re willing to drive eight miles back across the state line, you can find a McDonald’s and a Hardee’s. Well, apparently, the people in this town aren’t willing to do that.
I have brought my lunch to work almost every day for over three years. Today I just wasn’t feeling the leftovers that I’d brought to eat. “Screw it,” thought I. “I don’t care if the double Whopper with cheese is one of the most unhealthy burgers in America. The diet has been going pretty well. I’m getting one.”
So I roll up at Burger King around 12:40 and see cars lined up around the building. I figured that there were just lots of people who were too lazy to get out of their cars. The line inside can’t be that bad. I walked in and found a scene reminiscent of the meal stops we made during high school marching band trips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Burger King that crowded, except during one of the aforementioned band trips.
I turned around and left, because I had no time to wait. Dejected and defeated I returned here to my office and ate my leftovers.
Nope, just the regular ‘84 GTO. The first time I saw one in a car magazine at age seven, it blew my mind. I still remember the price: $64,000. It was a time when all my little friends had posters of the Lamborghini Countach on their walls, but I wasn’t impressed by it after I saw that Ferrari. The Evoluzione is an amazing car, but the “regular” GTO will always be the first supercar I ever loved.