Remember THIS POST?
Well, I see that car EVERYWHERE. And it is ALWAYS passing me. She's zipped around me in the library parking lot. She's zoomed by on Northwest Highway. She even honked at me once because I was (apparently) going too slow.
I'm not sure if I should be ashamed of myself for so rigidly adhering to speed limits or impressed by her for being so completely awesome.
Rock on, Granny. Rock on.