My wife USED to be cool. I met her at a drag strip. Of course, she was selling t-shirts, but nonetheless, it was a drag strip.
She's been hanging with the neighborhood girls the last couple of years. These are women who don't work that are too busy doing yoga to stay limber for the college studs to get a job , drive TOYOTA mini-vans and "sell" Avon on the side. They live in their mini-mansions while their husbands (who are like robots) work their asses off.
I think my wife need's a trip back out to the drag strip where I found her so that reality can set back in. Or, maybe she needs new friends. I think she's got greed fever.
