Good news: My time machine works!

Bad news, it only works on the ten years in reverse function.

Sadly, it doesn't have the ability to go forward or selectively pick areas in which to reverse and STOP at (obviously, I'd choose the time I ran into Colin Ferrel at the Admirals Club at LAX and would freeze frame the hell out of that moment).

In case you're wondering, here's what I looked like ten years ago (I'm on the right). That's me and my high school BFF who now is a park ranger (?) in Washington. And that's me on the left this time--my sweet, sweet, amazing friend who lived down the street from me and is now a teacher.

And that's me and my sister--no, NOT MY CHILD I SWEAR on Easter.

And that's me, yesterday, in my car, rockin' out with the sunroof open and Sublime on the radio (someone please explain the alfalfa sprout situation with my hair?)

Yesterday, I was driving home from work in a lovely sunny day, sunroof down, music up and I couldn't help but remember the days, ten years ago, when me and the girls pictured above (well, maybe not my sister) would pile into my SUV, open the sunroof, blast the music and just drive.

Of course, no country drive dance party was complete without a 32oz Dr. Pepper and a box of Hot Tamales. The only thing that has changed is that now it's a 32oz Diet Coke.

I loved it. I felt like a kid again.

My time machine works. (apparently, it's a combination of SUVs, sunshine and awesome music). Huh. I should patent this.

(yes, yes, this was in high school when I thought I needed to be blonde. I've obviously gotten over that) (for the most part) (oh, and yes, my hair is curly, I am bff with my flat iron)