I know what you are thinking. Could this chick get any sexier?
Yes, yes I can.
I have a minivan. BOOM.
Normally when I emerge from the van-of-mini, I look just like every other suburban mom. But now that I look like Krusty the Clown, I am receiving quite a few sideways glances.
I wrote a lil poem about it:
To the folks around the suburbs
I sense that my look disturbs
You want an answer?
Well I have breast cancer
And this van be all up on your curbs.
I figured I’d have some fun
In ditching my messy bun
I know what you’re thinking
“The nanny is drinking!”
Nah- ‘My kids, my van- ‘kay, hun?’
So we roll on by on mom wheels
Pony hair won’t be back til I heals
Cancer’s a bitch
And speaking of which
Grancer twirls on my haters– for reals.