  I did something bad tonight. No, I didnt kidnap a beautiful maiden and force her to talk dirty to me in an English dialect. But its not yet 10pm, is it. I still have time I took a drive. Partly to get a chance to breathe, and to have a chance to breathe in cancer-stick fumes.
But after I was out, I felt I had to have a destination. Then my project that began a couple of days ago came back to me. I need addresses for postcards. And who must I send one to? You guessed it. Ok, so I sent Claudia one from Italy, so this isnt a huge stretch for your imaginations. But Id conveniently forgotten her address so I did a drive-by. The only time I can do this is at night, hopefully when all the family is already home and tucked away inside, away from view of passing traffic.
Like me, doing a U-ey in their cul-de-sac. Writing the numbers down a block away in a book I happen to be reading, the only paper I could find, sitting shotgun in my car. I know its a questionable decision to mail her a postcard. Or to even have her mailing address written down.
But you know its never over. Should I send one to Sharon, Sally, Torril, Tatiana, Kerri, Julia, Tamara, Anna, etc ok, Anna is one I expect to send one to. But shes thousands of miles away. And therefore safe. Like Claudia will be for the time Im in Barbados. Or was in Italy. See? I plan these things out. Bad, bad girl. Yet this cute bucket hat and pigtails makes me look so so innocent. Ok. Scratch that. All clear. Proceed. 
