constance blackwood

You know, I often celebrate the easy access to candy, probably because I still recall so clearly the my perilous adventure of sneaking out of the house with a fistful of nickels to walk four blocks and cross two busy streets to get to the convenience store. (And then getting busted later- a pox upon ye, watermelon wacky wafers, for making my tongue day-glo red!)

These gas prices, though, are seriously depressing. I almost got into an accident today, rubbernecking at a sign that had THREE as the first number in a gas price. It was full-serve, but man. I see that road trip I'm lusting after disappearing in a puff of exhaust.