This morning, when I was in a state of complete undress, complete makeuplessness and barely awake, I was informed I needed to take Young Turtle Child to school. YTC goes to school a SOLID half hour away and we had one pit stop.
The poor child will never be the same.
As he tightly gripped his seatbelt, he asked if it was necessary to go QUITE THAT FAST while driving with my knees. Must I drive in such a fashion that people flick us off? AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE STOP PUTTING ON LIPSTICK.
In my driving, I decided I MUST get a Mini-Cooper to pass all those vile people on the shoulder. SO much easier. SO much more efficient. Get to school MUCH faster.
And then there was the cop I passed. Going twice the speed limit. It was a good morning.
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