Non-twitter

So, we’re eating out tonite (a rare occurance – kids, out, on a Friday night) and I really wanted to send to twitter “Who do I have to blow to get a glass of water here?” but I didn’t because my ten year old was sitting next to me and has better eyesight than I […]

to wipe, or not to wipe?

After 17 years, and countless cycles of not knowing if they were “on” or “off,” my intermittent wipers have decided to take a stand: Now, when I turn them on, they wipe the window exactly once, and then sit, sulking, at the bottom of the window, while I squint and think something must be wrong […]