Yesterday. . .I had my world rocked. . .Every thing I thought I knew about my timid, shy pastor's wife changed.
I went to drop off some CD's for the music minister. I parked at the end of the lot and see my pastors wife...and wave.
I also see a black mustang with white stripes. One of the new Mustang GT's. Stud-ass car.
"Nice," I say to myself. Probably one of the interns, or someone else dropping off junk at the church.
She walks to the 'Stang and. . .opens the trunk, gets the keys and drives off, giving me a wave as I pass.
Yeah- -little ol' Ms. Rhoda is tearing up the streets of Miami with a 'Stang. I'm starting to picture her sneaking out the house to drive against latino kids in their modified rice burners, type R ones too.
And I'm getting... a kick out of it.
I think I'm giving an extra $20 this week. Ms. Rhoda needs gas money.
*TKay*