On the way to pick Logan up from daycare, I saw a car with a bumper sticker that said, "I DRIVE LIKE A CULLEN."
A Cullen? I thought to myself. As in, Edward Cullen from Twilight? Crazy stunt car driving from the movie immediately flashed into my mind. Which, um, wasn't quite computing since this car was in the slow lane on the highway. O.o And by slow lane, I mean the *slow* lane--the one with the double dashes, right-most lane of a three-lane highway.
A rather frumpy looking woman in her fifties was driving. And that's cool--if a frumpy woman in her fifties wants to slap a bumper sticker on her car that ties back to a YA vampire novel, I think that's cool as shit. But jesus, lady. *Own* it, know what I'm sayin'? I better see your frumpy, fifty year old ass zipping by me in the fast lane if that's what you're going to put on your windshield. The bumper sticker doesn't make the cool part happen. You do.
I did love that little bit of sass, though. Made me think she rocked around the house belting out Aerosmith songs into a wooden spoon when no one was looking. ;)
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