When to graciously exit..

And suddenly, there we were..again..right back in the drive-thru lane of the Chick-Fil-A. “What are we doing??” I asked my husband who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other deep in a (forbidden) bag of hot, salty fries. “I missed my exit..” he mumbled as we both burst into laughter. Hey, navigating…

My Classic Body.

I’m getting maintenance heavy. If I had a dashboard attached to, let’s just say, my rear end.. there’d be some annoying warning light going off almost every month. Check headlights– get mammo. Check tail pipe– colonoscopy Check air pressure– schedule bone density scan Check engine– annual physical Now that I think about it, the dashboard…