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June 01, 2005


Mr. Slice Of Pink

In my defense....

Oh, who am I kidding. I am an idiot. Sorry world. It won't happen again.


Well. I should say, "Mr. Slice of Pink," (very unassuming mysterious screen name, I might mention) it IS about damn time. And, might I also add, coming from a southern girl who is trained in using such language... your wife uses the word "y'all" with the greatest of ease. If she wasn't a hip California type, she could move to Atlanta tomorrow.

Where we all buckle up.

So, just watch out.



i used to go around not wearing my seatbelt, and one day, a cop got me for it! that makes a person mad enough to wear her seatbelt out of spite towards the cops. HA! try and give me a ticket now, copper!


You know, when I was a little kid, my mom's car wouldn't start if we weren't in our car seats and fastened in. The key wouldn't even turn.

Still works on my dad to this day. :) Once you get in the habit though, it will be easier. Good lesson to learn. Glad everyone is safe.


we all make mistakes. it's the damn motorcycle cop in front of a.v. he busted me as well. however i do not understand the damn neuron tree, whatever it is called.

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