I'm becoming that crazy lady that everybody points at when she goes down the street.
This morning I went out and looked for the paper. I didn't see it, but that was no big deal. It usually turns up under the car or in a shrub, or the man will pick it up and drop it somewhere.
So I take the kids to school, drive around the neighborhood, and go to the supermarket. And when I come out of the store I realize that the newspaper is sitting on the trunk of my car. Yes, I had been driving around with the newspaper on my car.
Sigh. I thought I had a few years before I became the crazy lady in the neighborhood. But I suspect that some of you have thought of me as "that crazy lady" for some time now.