MommaK over at Petroville thinks she’s a bad mom. I beg to differ. I’ll share my story to make her feel better, and to prove to you all that I’m not perfect. Once and for all.
Here’s how my story goes:
We (me, with my girls in the back seat) were on our way home from McD’s, because I do so enjoy their yummy nutritious food. Our McD’s is located on a frontage road near an intersection where there is a wreck every. single. day. I am terrified of that intersection.
So. We’re sitting at the frontage road to turn left into traffic, about 75 feet from the cursed intersection. A Ford Explorer with tinted windows pulls up beside me on my right, and of course now I must wait until he goes before I can edge out any further.
I’m a cussing driver, I’m always talking to other drivers. Of course I say “Move your dam^ truck, I can’t see through it you dumba$$!”
My Chickeymonkey, at three years old, from her carseat in the back, says “Who’s the dumba$$, mom?” In her littlest and most curious voice.
Granted I wasn’t in front of a bunch of people, but still, just as embarrassing. I think.
😛