Then I remembered people can see me acting like a cast member of Hairspray.
But who am I to turn all self-conscious and vain... when in front of me at the light, there's a much better reason to do the traffic stop double-take:
What do you think? Is this guy delivering his daughter's tap shoes or what? It makes me think abou the fact that every guy I dated (save the EGE, who stuck) rode a motorcycle and played the guitar. It was my M.O., dating-wise. Just not marriage-wise. Whew.
So, today: Coffee's in the house, weather's slightly overcast with a chance of beautiful, the girls are sleeping. Later today Sarah is having a friend over. Maddy's still at sleep-away camp. We haven't had any phone calls of doom, so I'd say it's going well.
Oh, oh, oh, wed-nehs-daay.
I have much proposal writing to do today, and a little goofing off. And a lot of Broadway-style singing to sneak in.