Remix

of the soundtrack to my life

Sprinkled in with the smooth R&B and Jazz albums that fill my car as it rolls down these southern streets, are new-found not-so-smooth bars by a big-eared mouse that wears red pants, and large English Tubbies with screens on their tummies. I’ve gotten used to this mash-up playlist that occurs on rides where babe is tired of being safely strapped down in…