Ride, Sally, Ride

I spent much of this week in the cold and drizzly Northeast working on an exciting new project for my company. It would be my luck that the rental car agency at PDX was sold-out of the standard size class I had reserved online, and no 'mam, they didn't have anything to offer me at this time of night except a convertible sports car. Perfect. Anyone that knows me would agree that I have no business driving any such thing. I would feel more at ease shifting an excavator up the I-5 than a lip-stick red V8. And because this is so far removed from the conservative, efficient, work comes first because I have no family vibe I give off at the office, you can only imagine the amount teasing I've endured the last couple of days. I love my job.

What they don't know is that the radio dials were conveniently programmed to only the best monster jam stations I've ever heard. And that having stripes on your car really does make it go faster. And that embracing my inner f-chick was the best thing that's happened to me all year. If I'm not mistaken, my bestie TF just raised her first in the air and yelled S!#% yeah! Those of you who have a little southcounty in you know what we mean. Those of you who don't, need to look a little deeper 'cause you are missing out. 
Happy weekend! I'm so looking forward to some down-time with the beau. I'm talking veg. out. take. out. sleep. in. I'll sign off now with my best knee up - air guitar strum - head bang - pow!