J and I drive home together Monday night after dropping off B at lacrosse practice. She mocks my "weird" music and switches to a radio station whose mantra is "We play what we feel like," which may as well be J's own motto, if her iPod selection is any testiment to her taste in music. But then, don't we all have a little of that in us. We start rocking out together -- we are pretty similar, even in music -- and blast the music, with the windows down, as we fly through our typically mild-mannered suburban streets, filled with neighbors walking dogs and children. One woman whirls around, leash in hand, to see the cause of such commotion, and I laugh, saying, "That woman is thinking, 'Damn those teens and their...'"
Which J finishes with, "Phil Collins." Because that is, of course, what we were dancing to at that particular moment. Sometimes I am wowed by how cool we McA's are.
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2 comments:
By the way you phrased "walking dogs and children," I am now imagining a couple strolling down the street, a leash in each hand, one attached to a golden retriever and the other attached to their 3-year-old. Hehehe. :-)
i like how your photo is labeled as "Desert McC," as if you are some kind of action figure. be the first in your neighborhood to collect all four!
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