March 18, 2010
I had both kids in the car with me yesterday when I was cut-off big time by another driver in a very rude way. Well, not like there's a polite way to be cut-off, but this was an exceptional "I'm going to blatantly swerve in front of you and enjoy watching you panic" kind of way.
I got scared.
I got furious.
Then I started to swear, kind of forgetting the kids were all-ears right behind me. I used some rather choice phrases and then ended with, "Learn how to drive, [BEEPITY-BEEP-BEEP]!"
Wavey brought me back down to Earth when she innocently asked, "How do you know that guy's name?"
I will accept my Mother of the Year Award now, please.
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