Yes I know I'm not invisible behind these windows. I realize that you are looking right at me as we are sitting neck and neck at the stoplight. That's right maybe you can even hear a little base as I bob my head up and down all gansta style. I'm just groovin to some Macklemore on the way to the bank so I can pay the nanny.
Don't raise your eyebrows at me when you see me singing along, even to the four-letter words, never mind that I'm in an outfit from the Banana Republic Classic Collection, I am still totally bad ass. How about I just turn this shit up a bit? That's what I'm talking about.
Hey I had a hard day buddy, so just look away. I had four painfully boring interviews, had to make a trip the the DMV, and my five year old has been possessed by the devil. Damn straight I need to blow off some steam. If it were legal maybe I'd even add some malt liquor to this picture.
What are you laughing at? There is nothing funny about this. Haven't you ever seen a grown woman screaming "THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME" while chowing on leftover Goldfish crackers before? (It is part of the song!)
Dude, YES I realize I AM DRIVING A MINIVAN. YES I realize I am a yuppie old lady who never gets to the club anymore. That's why I dance in my car, which happens to be a minivan. Which is totally acceptable.
See, I can even squeal my tires as I speed away from this stoplight-take that! Okay, so the song changed and now I'm blasting Joni Mitchell.What can I say? I have eclectic taste. I'm a mom. I drive a minivan.
You are not an old lady!!!!! If you're old what am I????? A mummy?
ReplyDeleteHaha, this is awesome!! And you look hot in your minivan, dressed in BR collection! Rock it mama!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know who you are... But I like you.
DeleteI just love love love this post!
ReplyDeleteSo so true! In my mind, my honda minivan is a sports car. And I drive like it. While blasting "Blurred Lines"
ReplyDeletetotally love. I know it is inevitable that I drive a minivan someday...at least now I know what fun it can be. :D
ReplyDeletehahahaha. My daggy car is a sanctuary, I rule in it...or at least that's how it was when the kids were buckled in and couldn't get themselves out (all good things come to an end)..... :)
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