So I was carting the kiddos to school when the topic of heated car seats came up (our current grocery-hauler has none). While reminiscing about the luxury of having”bun warmers” the following conversation ensued:
Me: “I miss heated seats. They were my favorite on cold mornings. The next car we get will most definitely have them.”
Maggie: Using a defensive sounding voice, she dramatically exclaims (as only a ten year old girl can) “Well don’t rub it in!”
Me: “Maggie, I don’t think that means what you think it means. I was not ‘rubbing it in.’ ”
To make light of a quickly deteriorating situation, I switched to the dumbest, goofiest sounding voice I could muster at 7:30 in the morning.
Me: (sarcastic as hell) “My seat is all nice and cozy because it’s warm, because I have seat warmers!”
Maggie immediately cracks up laughing and announces “That is mom’s exact impression of you!”
Seriously?!? Is that how my family truly views me? I’m still trying to figure out what in the hell goes on when I’m at work!
The Grass Is Dead! 