I was in the car. With the family. Enjoying a nice Sunday drive up the PCH. When it merges into one lane. And Dummy BEHIND us decides to speed up, cut us off, and totally miss hitting us. By millimeters.
So, in the moment of panic and frustration, I say; "Oh really,
Not even 2.5 seconds later, does Petey the Parrot in the backseat, yell, in an ultra raspy voice, "
Oh, weally, FOCKERS!" And rinse, lather, repeat. About 3 times. Husband is staring at me, horrified. (and slightly amused, because there is something a little funny about it.)
Yeah, I think I gained another jewel in my Parent tiara.