Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Monday, February 23, 2004
A cigar-smoking, Windex-spraying, vest-wearing bus driver.
Is he in ... or out? And who will be the first to tell him?