While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Backing Up My Morning . . .
I'm settling in to home ownership and most of it is great but there is one thing . . . oh there is ONE thing that I'm not sure I'm going to survive . . . getting out of my garage and down my precarious driveway each morning. In reverse.