Confession: I’m a car-dancer.
Yep.
I dance sitting in my car. I can’t help myself. I can’t drive without music. And when I hear music, I have to move. When I hear great music, I have to move even more. And it looks ridiculous. At least I assume. I can’t actually see myself. (more…)
Luna is back, my friends. She’s been back with me for a couple weeks now, and I’m still recovering from missing her.
Cars keep coming up at work and when I refer to my car as “she,” I always feel the need to explain so that I don’t sound ridiculous. And of course, as you can probably guess, I end up sounding even more nuts. How do I explain to people who don’t really know me yet that I find it completely appropriate to name (and often talk to) cars? (more…)