Um, excuse me...?

I drove east today to do a little pickle business and pick up my brother who flew in from L.A. In my lifetime I've made the drive from Abilene to the DFW Airport roughly a billion times and that's a conservative figure. I got lost today. Really lost. That particular side effect really frustrates me because it's something relatively new and so completely out of character. In the past I could navigate neighborhoods all over Los Angeles and now a trip to the 7-11 around the corner is dicey.

If there's a silver lining it is that the additional drivetime allowed me to chat up a whole lot of people that I DO REMEMBER and I REALLY LOVE. Also, when I finally got to the freaking airport I had some clue why I was there (partially because I wrote it in Sharpie on my hand...aka "The Palm Pilot"), so that's good news. Anyway, Bry and I had a good, uninterrupted talk about everything and nothing (the very best kind).

Tomorrow morning I go to the dentist which, for most people, is fairly mundane and relatively unpleasant, but I can't wait. After radiation and assorted other treatments, months have to pass before they will do something as simple as take x-rays, drill, etc. If you've ever lost a filling or had to wait on having a cavity filled (like 90+ days), then you know first-hand that it's pretty uncomfortable. That said, I was cleared to go and I'm totally looking forward to some QT with the dentist.

There's also a slight chance I'll get the banged-up Benz back from it's 3-week "spa treatment" tomorrow. If you haven't heard about the pre-Thanksgiving accident, it's a story for another time. Suffice it to say that the whole thing WAS NOT my fault (thank God) and the poor man who owns the body shop where it's been kept is convinced I'm the most horrifically aggressive woman ever. He's mostly right and has been a great outlet for all that pent up hostility. I prefer to think of myself as the impetus for him appreciating his wife that much more.

By the way, Happy Hanukuh. Given that one crazy night is hard to come by these days, I'm guessing 8 are out of the question. I did, however, buy 1 quick pick at every gas station I pulled over at to ask directions while lost today, so that's 6 chances at 50 mil. I'll let you know... or perhaps not.