When You Gotta Go, and They Tell You, "No."
So, I drive, two hours, straight, between Roanoke and Charlottesville. And, I'm feeling pretty smug and full of myself (literally), because I didn't stop even once--not to fill up my cute, little, blazing red, Jeep Liberty Sport, or to unfill my little, now bursting, middle aged bladder. I'm proud of myself because, by not stopping, I had... Read more


















