The Stitch

Heather's Thick-witted Thoughts . . . .

As I was driving around the city of Rochester this morning in an ongoing quest to find a zillion pink feather boas for my new-redo of that sassy, sexy Moulin Rouge Pink Diamonds number, I once again noted the alarming number of IDIOTS on the road. It occurred to me that if all drivers would simply behave as though it was their own child in the vehicle in front of them, we would all be a Hell of a lot safer.

Well, that is, unless ALL DRIVERS = MEDEA. Then we're all screwed.