Speaking of Oh $%&*s
Yesterday was such a glorious day here that I put the top down on the Sebring and sent out for a drive, music blaring.
People always look at me, not becuase of the car or the crone driving it, but because of the music I play. Yesterday, I was playing the Sons of Somerled with lots of bagpipes and drums.
ANd singing along.
There's nothing like the top down and a rousing version of Loch Lomond to lift the spirits.
Anyway, this morning at 4:00 am, I woke up and remembered that I hadn't put the top up, so I went out and it was foggy and dewy and cold. I had to get towels and then I had to go back in and get my keys to put the top up, and when I started the car, the CD player was on and the Celtic Warrior began to sing. If you've ever listened to music in a convertible at high speeds, you;ll know how far up I had it turned. And how REALLY loud it sounded at 4 in the morning in our quiet neighborhood. I frantically ejected the CD and got the top up. Then I started wiping the leather down with the towels, leaning in to get to the back.
After I'm done, I glance over and the neighbor's bedroom lights are on.
ANd I think about the fact that if they were awakened by the Celtic Warrior and looked out, they just got a very strange view of their neighbor in her shortie nightgown, leaning into the car.
A full moon.
Very full.
I have mooned my nice neighbors.
I can never face them again. |
