The GG was looking at the Landfill driveway via a webcam last night and the title is the question he posed to me when we talked on the phone. Um… We danced around that a little bit and he couldn’t figure it out. I finally said, “I WANT YOU TO USE YOUR BRAIN TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION FOR YOURSELF.”

Answer: Oh, it’s Joan’s car😵‍💫 Ding ding ding, you win the booby prize.

Yes. Remember? You drove Joan out to the Adirondacks in Mooon Yooonit and she left her car in our driveway. (Men🤣)

I then told him that what I should’ve said was, “It’s my boyfriend’s car.” He replied, “But that would be a pickup truck.” Um, how long have you known me? I have never had a boyfriend with a pickup truck. I am not really attracted to men with pickup trucks (the GG knows that) although who knows, maybe I’ve just never met a pickup truck guy with the right chemistry for meeeee.

My second high school boyfriend used to sometimes pick me up in the Blue Goose, his family’s ancient “International”. I think that’s what it was. I think I even drove it a short distance once or twice. It wasn’t a pickup truck. It was a behemoth. Seven kids in that fam, six beautiful girls and BF, right in the middle. His dad more often drove his Toronado and BF owned a little Gremlin that he usually drove. It had an 8-track tape player and we used to play Alice Cooper’s “I’m Eighteen” as we drove around Sault Ste. Siberia. “Arguing” (don’t ask) about which one of us was closer to 18. I was 17. He was 19.

But I have no boyfriend and am not interested in one at this stage of the game, pickup truck or not.

So it rained a lot overnight and a few more times today. After a few hot days, I was chilly enough this morning that I put on a polarfleece vest and I’ve had it on all day. This weekend is supposed to head up to the goddamn 90s. I am not a fan.

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