Do you ever have one of those days where you get in the car, crank up your favorite song, realize you’re wearing the perfect outfit for the day and think “today, I am the coolest person ever.”
I drove to the Creek today to meet a friend for lunch. I hadn’t even realized it has been more than a month since I saw Ms. C because we’ve each been so busy. And boy’s been at Comic Con so he can get out his what I like to call “being totally boy geek gay” weekend. It’s nice to be alone for a while. Dance around the apartment, narrate every detail of what I am doing to Jack (“Now I’m going to eat some edamame! Who doesn’t love edamame? I do! Do you?”). And today, in the car, flying down hwy 24, for 20 minutes I was the coolest person in the world.