So I’ve always thought of myself as a little “out there”, a little “quirky”, a “there’s a light in the attic, but no one’s home” at times. But crazy? I beg to differ. Here are a few things from my point of view that describe crazy. These are legitimate observations, scary to say.
Opting for a drive thru restaurant. Eating dirt. Crossing Aurora Avenue other than at a cross walk. Crossing Aurora Avenue near the Seattle Center at rush hour. Crossing Aurora Avenue, not at a designated cross walk, with baby and toddler in tow. Aaagh!
Where’s a cop when you need one?!? Probably at a drive thru…eating dirt. Ouch!
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