My mother once pulled over to spank me, my brother and the dog.

Ha!

I am Cashmere WRT eating in the car.

Weirdly enough, the cat who attacked me was fine uncaged in the car. He liked to sleep on my lap. Yesterday I met a woman who had been attacked by jer kitten and I was all like "go to the doctor! Take your cat to the vet!"

I also had the weirdest thing happen to me today. I had let my car registration lapse because I am weird like that . Yesterday I went to the DMV to register and their computers were down. So I went this morning to another DMV and I couldn't register because I had a parking ticket. But instead of paying the parking ticket there I had to go to the parking violations bureau "somewhere on South Avenue". With visions of a million dollars in back fines in my head, I finally found the parking bureau, where I had to fill out a lot of forms, wait a lot, and find out that I owed $15.00. Which no one told me what was for. After I paid, I still had to wait, so I thought I was still going to have to pay fines, but they called me up and gave me a paper for the DMV. It was strange. So I went to still another DMV that was nearer to the parking bureau and I got to cut in line because I had a raincheck from the other DMV! The DMV was nice, but the parking violations bureau was, weirdly, a. in the parking garage for our convention center, b. completely unexplanitory in that I had no idea WHY I was paying $15, and c, populated with a weird cross section of 30 something artsy looking women lke me and twitching, oddly dressed drug addicts.

My dad worships fervently at the Church of the Immaculate Vehicle. It's pretty impressive how high he's risen in its ranks--I think it was his Hajj of the Perfectly Aligned Headlights that put him above and beyond your average neat freak.

It doesn't strike me as fascinating, but I guess that's what makes a horse race.

No. the fascinating part is that there are still more issues to find. One might say you're a mystery wrapped in an enigma. But I think it's more like you're a turducken but with issues instead of meat.

the fascinating part is that there are still more issues to find

I think it's weird to think that anyone knows all of anyone's issues.

a mystery wrapped in an enigma

smothered in secret sauce

My mother once pulled over to spank me, my brother and the dog.

My mom used to keep a plastic flyswatter next to her. She could thwap our thighs from the front seat without ever turning her head.

We used to take serious car trips when I was a kid. Denver to Florida every summer. Days on the road with my parents and 5 kids.

I think it's weird to think that anyone knows all of anyone's issues.

oh absolutely. I acknowledge the naivete of my statement.

and mwah to bon bon for making me chortle.

My dad worships fervently at the Church of the Immaculate Vehicle. It's pretty impressive how high he's risen in its ranks--I think it was his Hajj of the Perfectly Aligned Headlights that put him above and beyond your average neat freak.

Remind me to never give your dad a ride.

Once, my sister had my dog, Mac in her car for some reason and then had to drive her old boss (a very well dressed lawyer) to a lunch meeting. When they got out of the car, she went over to brush the white dog hair off his very expensive suit. She said, "Just a second, I want to get all the Mac hair off your clothes." He kept trying to get a look over his shoulder at all the dog hair on his back and yells, "What the hell is a mac????"