Today I got a little insight into what is to come for me when I get older. Help me Rhonda - its a fuzzy, crazy place. Here's how this scary depressing story goes:
Today I took my Mom out for lunch for Mother's day. On the drive to the restaurant the topic of conversation started with bad drivers (dime a dozen where she lives) and then turned to teenage drivers, then on to first cars. She then proceeded to talk all about how I used to drive her Chevy when I first got my license. Momma say what? Wake up lady! I NEVER drove her car as a kid. EVER. Did she have some kinda second family or something that she kept hidden in another neighbourhood? Is that why she worked "shift" work throughout my entire childhood?
So I ask my Mom of all remembered wisdom: What did I do with my Blue Honda Civic when I drove your Chevy? This being the car I bought after getting my drivers license - mostly because I was my sister's birthing coach when she was pregnant with my niece and had to get my freaked out coaching ass to the hospital in time. (THAT is another story and one which I should have written about shortly thereafter. Would have certainly guaranteed I never had kids!)
Anyway, Smarty Momma Pants shrugs and says I dunno. That's it? I dunno. Oh heaven help me is this what is going to happen to me? As I age will I suddenly become the winner of some kinda Cool Mom Award? But just in my head? Will my kids just smile and think: Ah, moms going bonkers! No point in arguing.
Can't wait to call my sister and tell her I got to drive Moms super cool Chevy II when I was in high school. She is going to be soooo jealous.
