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At Least I Don't Wear "Mom Jeans"
Today I saw a most comical sight. High school graduation is drawing near and
celebrations have begun. The seniors are now only marking time assuming they
have been accepted into various universities they have applied for. A lot of
seniors have decorated their rides. One would expect to see a nearly graduated
senior behind the wheel. I was surprised this morning when I saw an older woman
driving a mustang that said “Hottie” in white paint on the windows of her ride.
There was more graphic terminology not fit for public viewing on the back
window.
I assume that this gentle older woman could not possibly have been aware of her
situation. I don’t know how she could have missed the bold “Hottie” lettering on
her car but there you have it. I assessed the situation; she really looked like
a grandmother and not like a mother at all. I guess she was a very hip
grandmother as she was oblivious to the stares she incurred. Perhaps she would
not like my intervention.
My car is not hot. My sons are forever reminding me that I am not cool and my
car even less so. Remind them that they don’t drive my car and therefore the
coolness factor does not matter. They still want me to “soup up” my Honda
Element with spinner things on the wheels and solid sideboards and of course
repaint the entire car. It is now painted a rakish looking orange color. They
claim it looks like I am driving a pumpkin. I sit rather low in my orange
pumpkin and pretty much look as though I need a booster seat. Remind the boys
that I am not concerned about appearances; I am long past those days. At least I
don’t wear the well known “mom jeans” made famous from the skit on “Saturday
Night Live”. I have enough room for myself, groceries and the dogs.
Speaking of the dogs, I have two King Charles Spaniels. Unfortunately the dogs
shed making the car look like a hair infested deli wagon. I have bribed my
oldest son with i tunes in exchange for monthly detailing. At the rate the dogs
are shedding the car is going to need weekly detailing or I could have Austin
brush the dogs instead of clean the car.
I have moved up in the boys esteem now that I have a new sound system in my car.
A Christmas present from my husband who feels sorry for me and the dismal
position that I hold with my children. Am sure they will want to borrow the
pumpkin any day now.......
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