Hi, I'm Mel. I have a problem continuing blogs, but plan on making this one last, and last night, I hopped into the backseat with my boyfriend.
Get your mind out of the gutter. Right now.
Anyway, we all know that when it's cold out but warm inside, condensation occurs. Well, we were—erm—sitting there, joking about how there was popcorn all over the back shelf because we didn't place it there, we threw it, when we looked at the back windshield and noticed how it'd gotten all steamed up.
Now, I don't know about you, but anyone who who's anyone has probably seen Titanic and remembers that juicy scene with the car and the steamed up windows and the handprint streaking down it.
I HAD THE BIGGEST URGE TO DO THAT. Just to say I did. Become a legend or whatnot. Like the time I wrote "Boner" in big letters on the back of my now-boyfriend's van back in high school. (To be fair, his last name is an easy play on the word.)
Has that ever happened to you? When you just get the biggest urge to do something, especially something as iconic as that?
I love short little random stories that make you seem so cool, that make people stop you, mid-reference, and ask you to explain. It makes life less boring and more I-might-just-actually-have-a-life worthy.
