The cup holders in the front console were both filled with cups already (evidence of not enough time for grocery shopping and too many drive-through trips)
So I put my frosty diet coke between my legs, juggled Charlotte's apple juice, and drove up to the trashcan they have outside.
Juliette was having a grand time chewing on Charlotte's sandal, just out of her grasp, and it was melt. down. city. in the backseat.
I looked outside, made sure I was within throwing distance of the trashcan, turned around to the backseat and
Then I hauled off and really threw the old cups out the window.
The Closed...Window...That I forgot to open
I sat there in shock with my mouth open as three day old coffee and watered down dr pepper dripped from my hair and puddled in my bra while Charlotte, thinking it was her precious drink that had met it's demise, shrieked in bitter anguish
If I can get the moldy coffee creamer residue out of my contacts, I'll see you Wednesday.