It seems like not so long ago I was being hit on by a highschool letterman in the turnpike McDonalds. Hellllooooooo. I'm married, and those two hooligans on the McPlayground belong to me!
So, yesterday, I'm sitting at the airport waiting to pick up the hubs--windows rolled down, reading a good book. On the curb is a 20-something boy-man, talking loudly on his cell phone, obviously trying to connect with his ride. Boy-man: "What are you driving? No, I don't see you. Well, I see a van....an Escalade...and an older lady in...somethin'."
Could I have a scoop of ice cream on that humble pie?
1 comment:
So sorry....
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