Today as I was driving home, a car sped past me and I mentally berated the driver. "Hey Pal. It says speed LIMIT not speed suggestion or speed minimum."
And then I thought "Man, when did I turn 80?"
Is this coming from the fact that I MUST drive super cautious because I am a momma?
Or because I do not possess a valid Florida Driver's License and cannot afford to speed?
Or because I am a Wreckaphobic?
Or because I was not alone blaring Black Betty with windows down and my hair flapping around wildly?
So, in a sorry attempt at an apology, I gently waved to the passerby as if she were the reckless abandon of my youth.
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