Every weekend seems to be an attempt to top the previous one in sheer laziness. I am almost as motionless as, hmmm, something really still. See, I’m so lazy I won’t even finish that simile.

I’m so lazy that I spent some time with this website. I think it’s a bizarre bit of Burger King advertising, so they should be giving me a Whopper for this link.

It’s been a great sunny weekend, which is a great weekend for a convertible owner. Although, there’s a difference between last year when I first bought my convertible and this year. Then, in its eager newness, I had the roof down when it was even vaguely warm. Now, if it’s chilly forget about it, the roof is up. I thought of that while I was driving back from Maine and outlet shopping, where I went in order to drive with the top down. On the way back, I wanted to be toasty warm.

Man, one thing sad about the convertible, though. I bought it a couple of months after meeting M. So, driving around, blasting music and basically living the open-road American cliche is kind of inextricably linked with our relationship. Not to mention that with our respective heads of long hair and it being a VW Beetle and all, we were the image of beautiful, happy hippie-ish stereotypes. Now that convertible season has returned, it’s not the same with him 3,000 miles away.

Guess I’ll have to buy an SUV and look miserable like everyone else.