On a Rampage: Left the Y today and stopped to pump gas and pick up tobacco. And I did it . . . in my flip-flops! You can't stop me, you know.

I had simply forgotten to grab my shoes out of the back seat on my way in, but I felt like a rebel anyway and decided to pretend that, hey!, this is just what I wear. Best part: At the gas station, filling up next to me, was a corn-fed heartland-type girl driving Wisconsin plates who definitely noticed my choice of footwear. Oh, trust me, there will be stories circulating through Oshkosh or Fond du Lac!