Ever look around, take stock, then realize that YOU are the trainwreck?

Need to shake it off.

I loathe those Nextel phones with the walkie-talkie bits.

But I love actual walkie-talkies.

More people have said the phrase “Shit happens” to me in the past 36 hours than during the entire other 225,394 hours I have been alive.

I was going to say some stuff about my aunt, then I had some cute little blurbs about how I slept in a bunk bed last night, but now all I can think about is the damn car accident I got into this afternoon. It was pretty bad, my car isn’t currently drivable, and as [...]

I woke up this morning reeking of stripper, my purse stuffed with singles.

Huh. That makes my evening at The Booby Trap sound much more scandalous than it actually was.

As I was leaving to pick up my aunt at the airport, I saw electrical trucks working on a downed line right near my place. I refused to get my hopes up again—I’ve been burned WAY too many times—but lo and behold, when I got home, light switches actually resulted in light, ceiling fans would [...]

That’s right. Fifteen days. It’s been two weeks since Hurricane Wilma, and I still have no power.

I think I’m officially a cavewoman now.