It stormed all through last night. It was awesome… thunder and pouring rain and flashes of lightening (in case you didn’t know what I meant by “storm”, there’s the definition for you). I looove thunderstorms. Especially when I’m laying in a pile of 17,000 thread count bedding with a belly stuffed full of black cod, chow fun and spring rolls.
This post is going out to all the NYC taxi drivers (because I just KNOW they are reading this right now). Being from Minnesota, I’m used to a good percentage of taxi drivers wanting to chat the whole ride. Here, you’re lucky if you get a sneer when you tell them where you’re headed. You don’t even get a “thanks lady” after giving a 30% tip. Why so glum, chum? I was thinking that maybe every NYC taxi should have a goldendoodle in it that rides shot gun. The doodle could wear a cute little yellow jacket and give the driver a lick every now and then. Maybe that would cheer those fellers up.
In other news, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish my Dad a HAPPY BIRTHDAY on national Color Me Carla! Once when my parents were visiting me in Minneapolis and I was driving us home from dinner, my dad exclaimed that I was “driving like a New York City cab driver!”… gosh, this post really came full circle without me even trying!