I was driving to work this morning when a zippy black Lexus pops up behind me, accelerates, and passes me on the right in order to get on the entrance ramp to the freeway (which is on the left). I was just cursing him out for having a small penis when a motorcycle cop appears out of nowhere and pulls him over.
Sometimes, karma is a bitch.
I have some credit at a yoga studio here in town that I need to use. I have no interest in classes, as I am too round and my knees are too crappy for yoga. (Yes, I've tried.) But, they have a spa, with facials and massage and things. So, I ask you, my friends: