Lovely Rita, Meter Maid...

This is what happens when your downtown meeting runs long and the parking meter expires by THREE MINUTES:

***AND THERE IS AN EXTRA $2.50 FEE TO PAY THE TICKET ONLINE!***

Tennis, anyone?

I am making progress on my game.

Last night, I ONLY threw my racket ONCE!

Eureka: The "Sound" of Music!

I am not kidding.

My husband has never seen The Sound Of Music.

I made him watch it this weekend.

I am also not kidding when I tell you that only AFTER watching it (around midnight) did we discover that we have OUTSIDE surround sound speakers; speakers which PROJECT LOUDLY OUTSIDE.

We love Julie Andrews. Our neighbors hate us.

Perfection.

Scratch.

A true haiku of woe:

Husband pulls trash can
Metal rod protrudes from it
Scratch goes my new car

Signs and symptoms of when you know you've had enough

I'm tired. I'm REALLY tired. And here's how I know.

(...the following TRUE account took place today in the dentist's chair.)

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Drill. Drill. Floss. Scrape. Scrape.

Hygenist: "I am so sorry you have to hear and feel all of this. It really sounds worse than it is."
LindsAy: "Oh no, that's ok! I'm just happy to lie here in peace and get some sleep."