Dear You, I was having a great day until you called.
My birthday was a couple weeks ago, and I gotta admit, I used it as an excuse to slip on my writing and my blogging. It's not my fault! There's something about birthdays that just makes you wanna say, FUCK EVERYTHING! I've been feeling overwhelmed with a bunch of shit, so taking a couple of days to just do me felt fucking great. The hubz and I packed up our dogs and road-tripped up the Central California coast and it was boooomb!
My brain must be in the gutter because I enjoyed these. This one's for the pervs out there.
I was walking my two dogs this afternoon when I caught a glance of a note on the windshield of a parked car. The note was written on yellow-lined notepad paper, the kind I used to scribble call notes on when I worked in sales. It was folded so that the writing was visible, so [...]