Pretty Neat

As much as I hate the fact that my car is still in the hospital, I do like that it forced me to figure out that I don't need to drive to get Chuckles to nap. We both sit in the car for about 7 minutes, he drinking a cup of ice cold milk and me reading something. My reading material runs teh gamut from Working Mother Magazine (which I believe I mentioned makes me feel like a fraud) to Cosmo to Really Boring Science Magazine (but which has super technical want ads in teh back).