beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On 93-North The drive up to Nancy Drew's up in Lowell has been mighty entertaining lately. A couple of weeks ago there were two cars playing bumper-cars, each driven by a cracked-out looking, sweatshirt-wearing white woman who was screaming and smoking. Today it was a guy in a pick-up truck holding a paper plate on his steering wheel, and on the plate was written in big, clear marker: I (heart) FEET. We told this story to everyone at Nancy Drew's Springamajig party several times, and the reaction was always "What did he look like?" Hmmm. Just regular. Baldish. Not more than 40, I don't think, but couldn't say for sure. This is interesting, though. The paper plate idea. You could advertise that you were lost, or sorry for driving slowly, or hungry, or really not into the ongoing US presence in Iraq. Or thinking about enrobing yourself in chocolate, or that you are going to graduate magna cum laude. I have a headache from too much lemonade, pie, coffee, and cookies. It was a good party, but someone always has to pee on the floor (Shecky!) and ruin it. 7:05 p.m. - 2006-04-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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