So we're pressing on with this driving thing.
Cooper just comments from the back seat.
"You're doing a nice job, Jordan."
"I think you're speeding, Jordan."
"That was a good turn, Jordan."
I just hang on to the door and press my pretend brake pedal on the passenger side.
She's actually doing a pretty good job. And I'm getting used to hearing, "Can I drive?" every time we get in the car.
I am also getting used to hearing her scream, "HOLY!" every time she makes a left turn.
In other news, Jordan is going to a church banquet tomorrow night with a friend and that little invite has resulted in a scramble for a dress, appropriate undergarments, hair appointments and ordering a "boy flower" as she calls it.
I know this is a lame post, but it's been a full week and my mind is a million places today so that's all I've got on this fine Thursday morning.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Thursday blah blah blah
I'm rambling about blah blah blah, driving
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I didn't think it was a lame post at all! Just keep using that passenger side brake and all will be well.
Good luck with the church banguet arrangements...
My girls are 33 and 31, when I read your blog it takes me back. Thanks!
I think this is a totally acceptable post considering the trauma you are subjected to every time you walk out the door and climb into the passenger side of the car...
Hugs :)
Oh Angie, I still slam on that brake all the time.
The fact that you can still string together a sentence is impressive to me!
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