My Days Of Secret Mud Racing Are Coming To An End

My car is always dirty. Just on the outside, but still, what kind of message does that send? Hopefully it says “I live in the country. Every morning I wake up and my car is covered in dew. Then I drive on dusty gravel roads to work, and my car gets filthy.” Of course, that’s a pretty articulate statement for a car to be making. Most people just assume I never wash my car. (So not true.) At my office, the other lawyers in my building thought I was spending my nights secretly mud racing. I guess it depends how you define “mud racing.” They’re a clever bunch, that’s for sure. (Maybe that’s why they are good lawyers.)

I’ve got good news – those nights of secret mud racing (aka those drives on dusty gravel roads with a wet car) are about to come to an end soon. I am MOVING! I think my favorite part is that I’m cutting my commute down to about seven minutes -infinitely better than the drive I’ve been making. Construction’s been adding time like crazy to my drive- normally it’s about an hour, but lately it’s been closer to two. Besides the money I spend in gas, the time spent in the car is killing me. You can only listen to so much music, and I’m running out of books on tape.

That’s not the only change that’s been going on in my life… these past few months have been full of them! T2 and I broke up awhile ago (an amicable sort of thing, don’t worry), and I’ve been back to dating all sorts of different guys. (Don’t worry gentlemen, I don’t blog about you without your permission. Unless you’re already related to me, and then you’re out of luck. Dad.)

Life is great… and now, back to mud racing for just a few more days.