Mangy Caveman Attack

So, last night, I am sitting in my car at a stoplight ( okay I was on my way to get Chinese food,because I'm addicted). I was talking with my mom when I noticed an angry,cavey looking man in my rear view mirror. Just an odd looking dude, but the next thing I know, the angry dude is honking his horn at me...like 10 times. For a quick second,I thought my car was on fire. Before I could check for flames or the bomb attached to my bumper, the crazy man GOT OUT OF HIS CAR and came stomping towards me shaking his finger and screaming at me " KEEP YOUR FOOT ON THE FUCKING BREAK". I just sat there,talking to my mom until the light turned green and we could all go in peace. Holy buckets...SCARY!

My mom asked if all the ruckus was directed at me.
"Yes,mom."
"Well what are you doing??"
"Sitting at a red light."
"Well,that's why I always tell you girls to lock your doors. Maybe now you'll listen."
"Mom, its not like mangy cavemen jump out of their cars at me on a regular basis."
"Well, it only takes one mangy caveman!"

Good advice,mom.

Oh,and the real reason for the call was to tell her about the "wallet" my coworker made out of her birth control pouch when she lost hers a few months ago...but more on that later.

Tah Dah

After much dragging my feet, I have finally decided to start blogging. I am not sure if I have alot to say. I try to keep most of my crazy ramblings inside my head. I do know, however, that I tell a mean story. I'm a funny lady with a habit of meeting people who want to share a lot.

I have a tendancy of winding up a little too naked or maybe just more exposed than I would like to be, hence the name of the blog. I have given up exaggeration as much as one woman can, because life on its own is weird and big enough .