I got to borrow this cute little Chevy Cruze Hatchback Diesel last week and the kids and I were pretty obsessed with it. We were always thinking of reasons to drive it around town (“Hey, who wants to drive to the end of the street and back?”). Annie begged and begged and begged to sit in the driver’s seat, “just once!” so I finally let her (don’t worry, the keys were in my pocket and she knew not to touch the pedals). It gave me a weird flash-forward to when we start teaching her how to drive. OMG I just realized that she’s closer to being of driving age than she is to the day she was born!
I need to lie down.
hahaha, love it.
I had a similar OMG moment recently… I’m 25, about to turn 26. I’M GOING TO BE CLOSER TO 30 THAN 18 THIS YEAR. HOLY CRAP.
Time is so freaking weird.
You have been closer to 30 than to 18 for almost two years now though. Ever since you hit 24.
crap. you’re right. Math is not my friend.
Either way, I feel so dang old.
That reminds me: did y’all ever find those keys that James “borrowed” a while back which y’all looked everywhere for?
YES!!! They were in a pair of his pants that were in his dresser! WTF James!