Like how I used to roll my eyes at people who would ride in the middle of a truck, instead of sitting in the passenger seat. How annoying, right? Then, I started dating that cute boy in high school with the single cab bench seat truck. Guess where I ended up? (p.s. I married that cute boy.)
I swore I would never drive a van. How lame. Now? I would love for a van to be a necessity, and husband and I have had talks about buying one someday.
But, without a single doubt, I swear I will never, never ever be this person:
The one with the annoying family stickers on the back of their vehicles. Hell to the NO! They make me want to stab my eyes out, or yell out the window at them how annoying they are. Better yet, I fantasize about ripping those awful things off their window. Extra lame points if they include names & hobbies. Because everyone knows your three year old is such the hockey player!


