Anyway, I purchased this
At the time, it didn’t occur to me that I might have a problem getting the stunning bench out of the car. Even when all three
On a side note, if you are planning to murder your neighbor, make sure you have accomplices; because there is no way you will be able to dispose of the body by yourself. I am not kidding.
For a week, I have been driving around with this big ass box in my front seat. Because, Hello? I can’t get it out. The box restricts my vision. Not that I use the mirrors much anyway, except to apply lip-gloss, but still. This stupid box is ruining my life.
It is very much like a boyfriend. A life ruiner.
So, what does a bitchy girl do when a roller derby queen hands her a life ruining cardboard boyfriend?
Stuff her bra?
No, she does not.
She embraces him.
Meet Mr. Wonderful.
We’ve only been together a few days, but I think I am falling for him... He gets me. He is the Penn to my Teller. (Or, is it the other way around? Who cares. I'm in love). He may be a little one dimensional, but then, aren't they all? He is sort of cute, also totally recyclable. I am hopeful that he will be my ticket to the HOV lane. It is still too early to tell. We are trying not to rush things.
The best thing about him is, he is not my dead neighbor.
Imagine what a problem that would be.