My SUV roller coastered up and and down the rural hills of Route 198. My teenage daughter Cara, the new owner of a five-day old driver’s license, and I were on our way to an afternoon doctor’s appointment in Erie, PA. We had another thirty miles to go and thirty-five minutes to get there when I noticed a state trooper clocking drivers from his police car.
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Our local Walmart is a store where customers habitually shop in their pajamas. I admit, that I have judged this as a fashion faux pas, thinking jammies (especially those with Ninja Turtles and Spongebob) don’t belong in public. After I had to parade around Walmart in a bathing suit, I would gladly trade a two-piece for PJ’s, preferably a one-piece zippered fleece number with built in feet.
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My morning started with a phone call from my husband who just left for work. He forgot to put out our trash the night before and asked me to take care of it. “OH NO!” I screamed. The day before I cleaned out the fridge and threw out expired produce and spoiled chicken. Hoping Marc, our garbage man, didn’t come to our neighborhood yet, I ran out to the can and froze.
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