Last night at the Bumble Book Club we discussed Helen Schulman's This Beautiful Life which was brilliant. It's a fast read--about 250 pages--and just excellent. It's about how a family frays and falls to pieces--the inciting incident is when the 15-year-old son receives a pornographic email and sends to to a friend--the email goes viral and everything goes to hell. All the characters are flawed (a tricky thing to pull off as a writer) and we had a great discussion.
Conversation rolled around to other things--technology, politics, other books, blog posts, food, kids, dogs, winter driving.
Which brings me to Pearl's post yesterday.
You know how sometimes people write about things that everyone does, but no one ever talks about? Pearl does that--rather often, really. But yesterday she struck a nerve.
Go read her post.
Back to me.
(You totally had the Old Spice dude's voice in your head, didn't you?)
Anyway, I LOVE kicking the snowpack out of the wheel wells in the Momvan. But I only do it in parking lots, never in my own garage or driveway where I'd have to shovel it away. It is the most satisfying thing to kick that packed snow free and watch it fall in a THUD to the ground. The more snow, the better. Packed in tight and need to give it a few knocks? All the more fun.
I learned that one of my Bumble pals likes to do this so much, she'll even do it to other people's cars/trucks/vans.
It's the little things, people.
Spill it, reader. Are you a wheel-well-snowpack-kicker?