I was relating this story to my husband last night and I was cracking up so hard I could hardly get the words out.
When I was about 11 years old my mother, brother and I went to the local Thrifty store for an ice cream cone. We got into the car to leave with me in the backseat and my brother in the front passenger seat. Back in those days seatbelts weren't mandatory and my brother had a habit of sitting with his back up against the door. We had an old, red '78 two door Dodge Aspen my mo…
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Posted on January 31, 2008 at 9:23pm — 8 Comments
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