This is my last post until next week. I’m going on a road trip with my best friend Amy. It’ll be just like Thelma and Louise, had Thelma and Louise been college-learned Yankees in good relationships who don’t consider murder to be an affirmation of femininity and who don’t “hoot” to express joy.
[This is also the last time I harp about turning 30, because it’s getting downright unflattering…]
