Stunt Driver Extraordinaire

I'm on the way back from the gym today, and it's just me all alone in my underpowered little jelly bean car, and I decide that, since I'll end up arriving at home a good half hour before I told them I'd be back, maybe I can dash down the street an extra half-block to the store and pick up some peanut sauce. ***Tangent Warning!!!***

Every now and then, I start to crave some sticky rice and peanut sauce, and I made jasmine rice just the other day and had a little left in my rice cooker and it was calling to me, begging me for peanut sauce, and...I just couldn't let down that wonderful sticky rice!

ANYWAY, back to the story. So I decide that's what I'm going to do as I'm getting ready to turn onto our main drag, and...I don't know if this ever happens to any of you, but...suddenly I had a mission, and it was like my mind cleared completely, my eyes focused like crazy, and the adrenaline started pumping (mildly) through my veins.

I was a stunt driver. A Bad, Naughty Mommy behind the wheel.

I swear, had I been put on a crazy stunt course right then, whirring and whizzing around other drivers to reach my goal (perhaps saving the world or something), being filmed all the while (because otherwise it just wouldn't be worth it), I could have...I don't know...what could I have done?

Saved the world, I guess.

Or at least shot a stunt scene for a new movie. Whatever.

Either way, I felt the shift, and I was SOOOO aware of everything, marginally more exhilarated than I've felt in, well, a while, and shiveringly eager.

I was master of the road, stunt driveress extraordinaire, ready to take on the world and come out on top.

And then I pulled up to the grocery store and parked next to a minivan and dug my Target wallet out of my MaryKay "gym" bag so I could buy peanut sauce, and the moment ended.

Life triumphs over Bad, Naughty Mommy again.