That is her getting mad at me.
I stayed clear of the wheel and hand built with mom and she kicked my butt...I clearly did not get these genes. After class the race began. Groceries for her then off to Vanderbilt for 3 hrs of heart testing. The rest of the week found us at more hospitals, doctor's offices, and of course she needed her hair done. I am tired of driving Miss Daisy around and just want not be in the car for the rest of the weekend.
Here are some rooms that I would never get tired of being in and would gladly drive to: