En. Pea. Argh.

I admit it. When i'm driving to and from meetings and running errands during the day, I listen to NPR not because it's a natural match to my sage green Subaru Outback, but because it makes me feel smart...er.

I blame it on Old Man Dyer who, I remember, would only listen to NPR when he took us on his business road trips as kids. The talk radio and the smell of a new car used to make me nothing but nautious then. Now, for some reason, I feel a sense of importance listening to the AM, out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere style broadcasts... like somehow all that info about world events, expert opinions, and inside marketplace news makes my brain more brainy. Go figure.

(And about the Subaru...First of all, you can't judge till you've driven one in the snow. And B: It was perfectly okay to buy when I was a married woman, expecting kids in the near future. Now, I rely on my hot pink, sparkly bumper sticker that says "Men are for Me!"... just to make sure people know which side of the rainbow I reside.)