Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
My next door neighbor, Brad, just told me that I "drive like Cruella de Ville."
Do you cackle?
do you wear dalmation coats?
Probably not for him. But I think it sort of means you intimidate him which is a good thing. :)
Not so bad. But, does he know that you parallel-park like Cruella Deville?
Kim, you gotta see the New, Improved Parallel-Parking Me. I actually kick ass as a world-class parallel parker now. I have never forgotten you defending my honor that day in Walnut Creek, though. If I ever take up a life of crime, I want you to be my partner.
HEE-HEE! Those were good times!
I, however, have lost all my parallel-parking skills since moving to Arizona. Use it or lose it.
Park on his lawn.
if you drive like you are running down small puppies, then this is not a good thing.
tho we do love cruella de ville's look and style.
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