This is what’s really itching me today. Last night we’re playing baseball in the yard with Logan (who’s 2 but can hit the ball like a 3-year-old).
Oops! My stud baseball player Logan hit the ball into the street. Guess that one’s lost. Heaven forbid we get anywhere near the street with idiot drivers going 50 mph.
Every time I see one of those teenagers or soccer moms (because they are usually soccer moms) flying by my house, I want to throw a tiny rock at their mini van. You know, not to hurt anyone, just to send a message. And then when they slam on their brakes and give me a look, I’d be all, “You know why.”
Even when I’m cruising through our neighborhood and one of those reckless mini-van-moms speeds up behind me, I drive exxxxtra slow. Someone’s got to teach them how to drive in a neighborhood with little Logans running around.
When I was thinking about writing this post, it reminded me of Claire on Modern Family. That’s me.
Yeah, kinda makes you want to punch their minivan in the face.