The Road
I can feel my lipstick is “off”. Glancing in the rearview I take a swipe at the tiny, errant stripe hanging below my lip. My appearance is very important. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my public, I giggle. Oh, I may never be as famous as Kim and Kanye but, I have my peeps. I do a little dance in my seat and think, “This is going to be a great day.”. “I am Queen of the World.”, I want to shout. Ever since watching that movie, as a child, I have admired women who do it all, have it all and are willing to do what it takes to get it ALL! I am pushing the pedal and pressing on … speed limits are for Geeks … which I certainly am not. Laughing to myself I think of the Psycho Chicks who hung out in the back corner of the cafeteria, where no one wanted to go. Sweet, nice, utterly into the Bible and booooring. No one would ever call me that. That just wasn’t the way things were “done” now. Let them have their “pur...