My gf was a black mustang convertible gal. I was a Nissan Sentra man.
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Every recipe I know lies about how long it takes to appropriately sauté onions.
Big ole’ jet airliner, coming to take me away…or something like that.
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When I was 6 months pregnant with my first son, due to some funky circumstances that I do not completely remember, I drove a Honda Del Sol in Eugene, Oregon. I know I was at a physics conference with my husband and I know the car belonged to one of the other physicists, but I don't remember where I went or why. What I do remember is that I was still a blonde. The combo of blonde hair and driving a convertible lead to lots of comments from men, in other cars, walking down the sidewalk, crossing in the crosswalk while you're stopped at red light. Dozens of dudes doing their dude thing. I don't think any of them could tell I was pregnant, but then again, it might not have mattered.
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