You Say Trucker. I Say Hail Mary!

As we were driving home from yoga {Sidenote: Please let me stop here just for a moment and say that I went to real yoga the past few weeks. By real yoga, I mean NOT Silver Sneakers. And let me just say I am so going back to Silver Sneakers where I don't sweat and where I do not get dizzy when I stand up and where I am at the head of the class. Thank you very much.}

But as we were coming home from the YMCA {Sidenote: I enrolled Baby Twerp in Mother's Day Out at the YMCA for 1 day a week from 9 to 1. And I think I hear pedicures calling....or maybe tanning bed. Do you think they can do my toes while I tan? Will they have to see me naked? Ah, the dilemmas in my life.}

So, after we completed real yoga and enrollment in Mother's Day Out at the YMCA, we headed home {Sidenote: Actually went to McDonald's but I did not want you to judge me and I wanted you to think I was all healthy doing real yoga and all and that I would never put a half hydrogenated, heavy on the glutton, sodium induced, monocarbonated glubenate meal into my body. But I cannot handle the guilt any longer. I went to McDonald's.}

But on the drive home we went past a construction site.
In which we HAD to stop. So Baby Twerp could give me a detailed play-by-play of exactly what they were doing.And I Twittered.
And picked my cuticles.
And started to sweat. But he was having so much fun in the bowels of dirt and construction.

But when he started yelling out to the Trucker....We had to leave...QUICKLY!
Why? Why you ask? Cause Baby Twerp has speech issues. One of which he says "F" for "T". We drove out of there like a bat out of Hades I am tellin ya.And we said Hail Mary's all the way home. Frust Me.