I have a confession to make

Every time I see a convertible parked with its top down, I feel tempted to drop or hide something unexpected in their car. Here are some of the things I have considered “gifting” convertible owners with: Five kilos of confetti A squirrel Dry ice A kite, tied to the back seat A rubber snake A Walkie Talkie under the seat Someone else’s underwear in the backseat Parking tickets Sex toys and used condoms A super bubble wand affixed to their headrest What would you drop in a convertible?

Things you’ve never seen

A vegan mosquito A woman with a fear of shoes A cat begging to have a leash put on it A 90 year-old woman off-roading in a Jeep Wrangler A group of overweight frat boys engaged in group pilates Fat, old men in panties, pretending to be teenage girls in chatrooms A roomful of Victoria's Secret models masturbating to Shrek Pirates, sharing their hopes, dreams and feelings A redneck with a deep interest in the plight of non-American workers What have you never seen?

Where I was all weekend, Part II

So this was the bathroom: On the plus side, they had giant scissors, a clearly marked beach and the biggest smiley face I hope to ever see. Also, the Shriners up there drive funny cars. Despite the weirdness, I actually got three days to relax and not work or go online. Go me!