Doh!

I was walking down Michigan Avenue, looking to see if the #3 bus was coming so I knew if I had to hurry, and I walked into a lamp pole. A big, hard one. I bruised my knee. I'm sure people saw me, but no one laughed openly. Seriously -- I walked directly into a lamp pole. What is wrong with me?

Proud Mary

I feel like my dear friend over at Question Air, but I just felt so proud tonight about driving in the city. The girls had another debate tournament, and since it was a small group and would take so long by public transportation, I drove the school van. It's just a mini-van, not a big van, but I haven't driven a car in more than a year. Plus I had 5 hyper teenage girls in the car, all of whom wanted to tell me how to get there, and go-home traffic. I made it there, even on the expressway, and made it home on backroads so I could take some girls to a train station. It's taking pride in the small things, I say.