Photos! None of which are from Lora's wedding, all of which are from (separate) travels to Chicago. On the left we have me and Slobs (she of the taxi-taking-to-work and the loving-of-Cold Case) on Mardi Gras, my Jesus air freshener (which spent some time in the glove compartment due to having lost its aroma but regained a place on the rearview during a stop at the E-Z Mart in Cadillac) and, lastly, my name tag from the Women For Hire career fair, a tag whose vigilant watchwomen aptly take the place of the club any day of the week.

I have spent a lot of time in the car lately.