“My feet look like elephant feet.”
As I struggled to get out of the car I dropped something. For the 800th time today. “I’m a mess,” I mumble to no one in particular.
From the back seat Em chimes in “And you can’t stop saying shit.”
Without missing a beat MQD says “You’re already Mother of the Year, only eight days in.”
Excitement on the side 
Awesome!! Just Awesome!!
Enjoy the ride; you inspire me baby! I love your writing and please don’t stop. Really, do a book…
Hahahahaha! Oh, Em….chip off your old block.