“I bet you get a lot of crap about your name!” mused the car rental clerk while typing my driver’s license number. Whether instigated by Austin Powers, The Slasher Killer, or my own insecurities, being me hasn’t been easy. I cope by creating my own fun.
If you’ve ever been in a mall and lost your kids, you can imagine how Joseph and Mary felt running around looking for Jesus. For three days.
Vikki handles my road trips better than I handle hers. I dislike when she’s gone and it’s just Camille and me. Not because of Camille, but because I’m less adept at being mother AND dad than Vik is.