[Enter guitar solo] “Life in the fast lane. Surely make you loose your mind. Life in the fast lane. Everything. All the time.”
Uh huh. This is my limo. I can carry all 7 of us in this bad boy.
Is it all those Zots I snorted in 9th grade? No ladies and gents, I’m talking about motherhood and the morning drive to school. Yes, I’m once again up for “mom of the year” with this clever plot to try to get the kids to school before it starts without them (BTW, I really think they should wait for us):
“Hey kids, we’re not in an airplane–we’re in a jet today. We’re cruising at a speed of 750 miles per hour. Can you help me watch for jet police?”