Bye-bye Birdie, Hello Car

When I found out Birdie would be gone for a week, I told her she could go before I knew where she was going or with whom she'd be traveling. That wasn't important. What really matters is that with Birdie gone, we return to being a three-car, three-person household. I am too old and slow to beat the girls racing for car keys. And I have pitiful excuses for needing a car. Daisy drives to summer school; Birdie drives to work; and Big Guy drives to escape a house full of loud women and louder cats. Thank you Birdie for flitting to Arkansas. For one blissful week, I am not walking; I am not waiting for rides; I am not catching the bus. Should one week turn into two, chances are, that will be o.k.