Sam, You're So Dumb
I mean, if we were in a car right now, I'd tell you to get the hell out, too. It's not because I don't love you. Clearly. You just drive a person mad. Hah! Drive a person... in a car... I'm AWESOME. It occurs to me that I'm going to be writing in your name? Not sure how I feel about that. Let's establish at the outset that I'm me and you are you and I'm definitely not you. I'll sign my posts with a "C" so we know I'm me. Or should I sign with "M" for "MOM"? Or "ME"? Already the number of decisions associated with this project are spinning. I'm getting too old for this. Which, by the way, is totally valid, as is declaring age, experience, and wisdom assets in a conversation about whether or not you should put a cool cloth on your forehead when your mother tells you to. (Ending with preposition painful, but don't care, because I'm all 'carefree blogging' and whatnot. Doing i...