I got set up on a date by one of my friends husbands...it was with his wife...did I scare you? So we were sitting there at Carrabas enjoying yumma diddle food that someone else cooked, served, and cleaned up after and we were discussing how fun we are. Yeah right. Really we were laughing at how when you don't have your kids in the car you get about half-way to your destination before you realize that you can turn off the ABC's (sung on the same CD in about 17 different varieties...my personal fave is the ABC polka cause it reminds me of dancing with my room mate Jolene Buckley! ;)) and jam out to some groovy adult tunage. So you are driving along head banging, drumming on the steering wheel, the whole nine.
Then for a split second you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a tanker semi (yes just like on CARS, kind of ironic that that would be my reference. Oh and by the way if you have a car DVD player, you can turn that off too and maybe turn on Britney's "I'm a Slave For You" video--come on I know you wanna!)and you realize that you are still driving a light blue Honda Odyssey, and while the Honda may be the cooler of the mini vans, it is a mini van nonetheless.
You have a sudden jolt that goes through your body as you relize that no matter how cool you may think you are, you still have dried spit up on your shoulder that you failed to notice before leaving the house and you might tell yourself that you need to wear your wedding ring so that no one will hit on you but really you just need to bust out with a dance in your minivan and that should deter any would be players.
There really is no going back. So ladies and blogger dad's (weird) bang, drum, and van dance until your heart is content and when that tanker drives by just check how great your shimmey has gotten after breastfeeding four kids!!