The other day

I was waiting to pull out of a parking lot. A first generation Saturn was in front of me. In the rear window was a large sticker that said Bad Boy Club with some type of pseudo-tough looking cartoon-like face in it. I snickered to myself a bit and then realized that I had better stop so that the driver didn't notice what I was doing. Because, after all, the plastic chromed hubcaps and the mock chainlink license plate frame screamed Bad Boy.

The Toyota has been in the shop and I've been driving this:
















Guess I better go get a sticker.

Mmmmmmmmm... Lunch

Was out of coffee at home. I have now discovered that I can get to Fuel Cafe and back in well under an hour with two pounds of coffee and a pesto melt. Yum.