District of ROCK
I am in the District of Columbia, also known as our nation’s capital. Their tagline is “Taxation without representation.” Aura pointed out that this is like saying “New York: High crime rate and pollution!”
One of the “bennies” of being a HUGELY AND WIDELY SUCCESSFUL PUBLISHED AUTHOR is that people drive you places and let you make a mess in the car. Since I am a PUBLISHED AUTHOR but not really HUGELY AND WIDELY SUCCESSFUL we had to split the difference so I drove Aura down to D.C. and made a mess in her car. OK so she drove me part way too. But I did make a mess. Sorry Aura. I like M&M’s. You can tell because they are all over her car.
We are staying with Aura’s friends in our nation’s capital and they have the most amazing dogs ever, Big Fat Ralphie and Mimsy (who also answers to Toots). Ralphie does this freakin hot parlor (parlour?) trick where you make him sit and then you point and say BANG and he FALLS OVER ON HIS BACK. DUDE. Amazing right? Like I can do that trick too but somehow it’s not as impressive. Dunno why.
