Never Throw Away Perfectly Good Spankies

12. And though I probably should have, I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable in a pair of old spankies as I joined my friends on the court. Though my goal was mainly the exercise, the competition secretly excited me. Boys vs Girls, like it was a middle school, and every game after became more competitive. No life lesson, nothing to remember, just a friendly game that made me smile and remember why it's worth bothering.

Ready, set, go.

Cruise Control & Other Things That Won't Cost $110

11. So I held that stupid purple paper in my pocket. I could feel it there - burning my skin through my dress pant that are too tight in the waistband and make me sick to my stomach. Or maybe I was sick to my stomach already. A ticket. A speeding ticket. The eighth deathly sin. But, with a sighing breath and a headache the size of a small van, I paid the cashier and went on my way with only an offence of 'impeding traffic'. & though I'm grateful, I still look back on November and wonder '...what traffic?'.

Ready, set, go. {slower next time}