Don't tell Nana. Mom's an alien.

Before I begin this story, there are 3 things you need to know about me. #1 Driving is not one of my talents. I do not really care for driving. In fact, when I was 16 my mother drug me down to the DMV and made me get my driver's license so I could run errands for her. (If you don't believe me, just ask my mom). I'm not very good at multi tasking, so if I am driving, chewing gum, and singing along with the radio I have pretty much reached my max potential. #2 I eat weird. When I eat pizza, sandwiches, or hamburgers I pick the toppings off first, then eat the rest. #3 I had only had my driver's license for about a week, when I hit the pole at the bank and totally dented my mom's van. I wouldn't go through a drive through unless someone made me until after Jade was old enough to terrorize the lobby at the bank. Needless to say, I do not really care for drive thrus. Oh! I lied. There are four things. #4 All of the above drives Jerry crazy.

That being said, I can start my story. We were driving up to Salt Lake to take Jerry to the airport Saturday night. We made it just past Cedar City before Jerry was too tired to drive, so it became my responsibility. I stopped at Carl's Junior in Fillmore to get some dinner. I would have gone in, but Jerry made me go through the drive thru. We got back onto the freeway, and ate while we were driving. Jerry handed me my burger, and I ate it toppings and all until I couldn't handle it anymore. I got him to hold the steering wheel while I pulled the tomato off the burger and ate it. He just shook his head and asked "Are you going to take the lettuce off, too?" not knowing I all ready had. When he realized the lettuce was gone, he said, "Caibo! Geuss what." which Caibo had been doing to us for the last 100 miles with responses ranging from "Mc Donalds. It's so far away. I can't see it." to "Jade did it" Anyways, after Jerry got Caibo's attention he said "Don't tell Nana. Mom's an alien." So, if you ask my children. I am an alien.