I am so sad.
I tend to have conversations with myself. Yes, I do it quite a bit. More so in the car.
So, last night JJ went to a school dance
[side note: don't kids dress up for dances any more? I mean seriously. I know it was just a beginning of school dance but come on. Nice clothes? Or maybe I am just weird] Anyhow, he went to a school dance, met his girlfriend there and some friends. Okay fine. Well, I got to be the lucky one to brave the other parents to go and pick up my 13 year old. So I am in the traffic line and there is a C@dillac Esc@lade in front of me. The half truck one, not the SUV thing.
Here is the conversation I had with myself:
Oh for pities sake. If you are going to have a truck by a real freaking truck. A F15O, D0dge R@m, or a Ch3vy Silver@do. Seriously. That is nothing but a status symbol. Idiots. ~silence for a few minutes~ I am jealous because I can't buy one.
Hey at least I admit it. =)