When your transmission explodes on the hill?

 

Do you watch other cars go

as you wait for a tow

with your children standing helplessly by?

Is that what you do?

So do I.

 

Oh what do you do when you promised your kids

a day at the big waterslides?

We are packed in the car

but can’t get very far

when our transportation suddenly dies.

Can you find a nice way to tell them the trip is off?

Neither could I.

 

Oh what do you when you have to

call your friend in the ward to come pick you up?

You’re an hour away

And it’s 9:38.

And he says “No problem…I’m on my way.”

Do you kiss him when he shows up?

I would have if it was okay.

(And thanks again, Aaron.)

 

Oh what do you do in the summertime

When you’re due at family reunion the next day?

You’re almost thirty-eight

and really do hate

to pull up in your mom’s loaner car?

Do you take your relatives’ merciless teasing?

I have so far.

 

Oh what do you do in the summertime

when a new car payment lurks down the road?

You listened to Ramsey

and were doing just dandy

until your paid-for car suddenly quit.

Do you get so frustrated…

that you could actually spit?

Oh what do you do in the summertime

when you suddenly need some new wheels?

Do you do a little dance

because this is your chance

to finally kiss the minivan goodbye?

Are you tempted by an SUV?

So am I.

Oh what do you do in the summertime

when you realize you still need the room

because all that you do

is drive your kids fro and to

and dang it, that big van is nice.

Are you practical instead of stylish?

It’s every mother’s worst vice.

Oh what do you do in the summertime

when another Mom-Mobile calls?

If you get leather seats

and a place to put treats

and on the rearview mirrow you hang a furry die…

Can you pretend that it’s a cool car?

So can I.

Oh what do you do in the summertime

When you realize how dumb is your post?

Do you quickly delete it

So your three faithfuls won’t read it

And find you embarrassingly unaware?

Or do you say: “It’s been a crappy week…

and I really don’t care.”