this is a post that makes no sense

I want you to read the title of my post to the tune of The Song That Never Ends. Wasn't that fun? Good news is, this post will eventually end, but lawd knows it does not make much sense. 

I have a note in my phone, well I have many notes in my phone. Notes about work, notes from a wine tasting, notes with lovey dovey stuff from Freddie, notes with gift ideas for people (people, don't go snooping in my notes app now). But I have this one particular note where I write down potential blog ideas. Things to post, topics about which to talk, yadda yadda, fun stuff like that. I have a lot of ideas in this note; however, I have only ever written about one of those ideas. 

But that's not why I am writing this post. I am not going to take you through each idea individually and talk about it. Although, that would make for a super fun post, dontcha think?

I am writing this post because I am in my car a lot. Like y'all, I totaled up the number of hours I spend driving each week and it kind of almost equals the number of hours I teach each week. Oh the glories of living in Atlanta (not). As I sit in my car and drive drive drive (or sit in my car and not drive because I am literally sitting in traffic), I do many things. Sometimes I sing really loudly, or I yell loudly at the crazy Atlanta drivers, or sometimes I sit in silence, or I listen to my iPod, or I listen to the radio. 

The radio. I hate that I am one of those radio listeners because I mean, really, who likes all the songs they play on the radio? In order to enjoy the radio, you have to have at least 4 stations pre-set so that you can easily switch between them when dumb songs come on. And then it becomes all about switching the stations instead of just listening. And then you just want to plug in your iPod but you like really need new music. 

And don't even get me started about the commercials. Actually, do get me started about commercials. Because that is what I want to discuss--a commercial that I keep hearing. There is a commercial about Georgia commuter problems (which is a horrible problem. During rush hour, Atlanta roads get more backed up than an army of screaming constipated babies. And yes I had to use that nasty analogy for you to understand the problem). This commercial talks about solving our problems by driving less or carpooling. Teleworking is also suggested. And so sitting there I'm like I wonder who could carpool to Kennesaw on Mondays and Tuesdays? And Buckhead on Wednesdays and Thursdays? And Newnan on week nights? Oh and Dunwoody on every other day. Oh yeah, that's no one. And then I'm like I wonder if I can teach via Skype. Does that count as teleworking? But then I think how much easier it would be if I could just apparate to where I need to be? And then I think why are we not all Harry Potters because wouldn't life be the easiest if we could apparate places? 

I then I realize that this post makes no sense. And that oh my goodness gracious. I am alone in my car way too much. 

The End. 

Georgia, you better be glad I love ya. Because sometimes I really don't like driving all around you.

p.s.--Remember when people used to tell you, "XYZ! Examine your zipper!" And you were like noo, my zipper has been down, how embarrassing. Well that's why buttons are better. And what better way to remember to button up than grabbing my button over there on the right hand side bar?! It is a miracle that I figured out how to make one so let's relish in this moment and all button up together.

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