Let me see....I worked three jobs today, tomorrow I work three more and pic up thousands of small magazines to be delivered around the Capital of Wisconsin, Madison.... I just ate a piece of Dove Chocolate Dark and read the little inspirational do da day wrapper that says, "Take a deep breath and exhale, Love Dove!" I just stared at it. Like hello, if am alive I am taking breaths and exhaling them. What's a deep one going to offer me with my schedule. I don't do energy drinks or I should die if I did because they cause me anxiety and run me to the E.R. So... what's my point? My point is I don't have a BMW convertible. I know someone that does....and her friend and my friend told me today that she couldn't get to their happy meeting like all the other women did because she drives a BMW convertible that is too low to the ground and Oklahoma just got another dose of snow. She doesn't have my schedule either, but she sure does have a low rider BMW Convertible. Hell I have a Buick my Mother passed down to me. Oh I am grateful for sure... It rides high, has mudflaps (omg if I'm lyin I'm dyin) 136,000 miles on her, rust around that long frame underneath and a little on the door. But its paid for. And it would get me to a meeting in the snow. But would I rather have that BMW Convertible. Hell yes! And I would also like her job too. That job would be, you guessed it, no job...
