Boy, I had to force myself to sign onto Blogger today.
Have not wanted to write for a week or so now.
Really have nothing to say.
Went to Camarillo this past weekend for my Dad's 65th.
As we pulled out of the driveway to leave Sunday, he sunned and mooned our car.
Keeping it real. He's so immature...(which I suppose keeps him young).
I like it...unless I have to emulate maturity (who's my role model?) to interview for a Director of Communications job and pretend to be authorative and mature enough for the position.
I wore high heels though. I'm hoping this creates an image of mature, capable, directorshipness.