The Mirthmobile

I have bought a car. Yes, boys and girls...I am now mobile. Its a red 1994 Cavalier. It looks very old school, and I like that. I was rather dejected by its lack of a CD player, however. Even a tape deck would make me happy...I would be the only student to drive to school to the sounds of Bob Dylan's Greatest hits vol. 2 on cassette. But, no. My car still rocks though. I call it the mirthmobile. And yes, I will play Bohemian Rhapsody and pantomime a drum solo like Wayne and Garth. And of course headbang at the appropriate parts.

In other news my good friend Anna has decided to author a book outlining why she hates men. I have agreed to write the forward and have instructed her to channel the Gloria Stienem from within. I swear we're not left wing radicals. We don't even listen to NPR...much. hee.