March 22, 2007

It Must Be Karma

Having returned from running some errands this morning, I'd just like to know why it is that every time I decide to run out looking like...well, like I've just rolled out of bed (because I did), I run into the Pastor's wife?

Today was a bit different, in that I didn't have to get out of La Tahoe, but just the same, sitting at a red light I glance over to the next lane and there she is.

Dammit, dammit, sonofabitch.

Oh well. At least I don't show up at church like that.