Really, it’s not a trash can. It’s my van.
Monday, March 26th, 2007When I’m not up to my eyeballs in laundry, stepping on half-eaten clumps of grilled cheese and trying to keep my house clean, I’m in my van, which used to look more like a preschool on wheels than a vehicle.* There were enough Cheerios, toys, sippy cups and wadded-up Kleenexes in my van to sink […]
