This morning on the way to school there was an accident about midway between school and our house (we really should walk, it isn't that far. unless you factor in Keith and high heels, then it is 17 miles). Clovis PD was out there blocking the street and the tow trucks were loading the cars on flatbeds (more than a fender bender). Patrick commented: "I hope there weren't any zero-year olds in those cars!" Always concerned about the babies.
THE FOLLOWING IS AN OPEN LETTER TO THE MOMMIES IN MY HOOD
Dear Crazy-Driving Mama,
I am writing this because I don't know you but I am sure that I like you. This note is a warning, more than likely a FINAL warning. You see, my darling husband is at the end of his rope. You have blown passed him doing 50 mph in residential areas. You have allowed your small children to not only sit in the front seat but sit in the front seat without a seat belt. You routinely speed passed stop signs as if they're suggestions and not requirements. You seem to believe that your SUV has some kind of special powers that will generally keep you from plowing over innocent children no matter how horrible your driving.
So much can happen in the short commute between our houses and school, as my boys and I witnessed this morning. I cannot promise that the next time you illegally pass my husband (utlizing the sidewalk as your passing lane) that he won't follow you to school and/or your house, write you a ticket, confiscate your vehicle, repeal your parental rights for the balance of the week and arrest you. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! SLOW IT DOWN LADIES!!!!
And you may think that my husband is a jerk but he is the jerk that is saving our babies. What's your excuse?
Love,
Mama Lou
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