At at an intersection in our suburbian eutopia, we pulled alongside some construction, [and its requisite workers] and waited for the light to turn. We had the windows rolled up, and we were jamming. Heads bopping, the mirrors vibrating, we were quite a scene — two forty-something women, dressed for dinner in a silver SUV, listening to hardcore reggae.
By now, everyone and their mom has heard about the landmark decision handed down by the Supreme Court with regard to sodomy.
With all this build-up toward war, you begin to think about what would happen if we were struck here at home.
Way back when we were dating, The Princess and I started this "thing". It was a kind of goofy joke between the two of us, actually. We would do "pretend" karate on each other. In slow motion.
The Princess brought home another workout video to torture me with.