At Least I Don’t Wear “Mom Jeans”

Today I saw a most comical site. 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 older women 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 a 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 better yet 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.......