A few weeks back sister and I went out for lunch. We hit up my favorite sandwich place, enjoyed some cookies, and headed back to the office. But we had the misfortune of hitting some midday Atlanta traffic. So I did what any annoyed driver would do…searched for an alternative route out. Seemed pretty safe.
As I’m looking for my escape, sister says, “curb!” Okay, so great, there’s a curb. But because I’m me, I drive right over it. We laugh and laugh and laugh…And then in a matter of minutes, I nail ANOTHER curb!
It’s true kids. Turns out I hit curbs.
And because my sister has a pretty hysterical sense of humor, this is what I came home to today:
My very own life in the form of a cake.
With a little red ambulance for good measure.
So this is your fair warning kids. If you see a black 4Runner in your path, just sit back and wait. I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts if there’s a curb anywhere nearby, I’m going to hit it.
Thank you Sister.
This cake made my day.