Bless me Father for I am one flighty girl, and I dont even have the excuse of being blonde.
I'm also manipulative and ungrateful. Oh, about the blonde part I also stereotype as well.
What did you do my dear?
The other day I ran out of gas, in my own driveway. Pretended the car wouldnt start as two kind kind roofers pushed it alongside the roadway. That kept roofing tiles from falling onto my neglected baby. Am I a bad "car mommy" Father? I put a gas can into the car, filled it and am pissed to hell, sorry Father, that my other car smells like gas. As did my hands afterward.