Kimberly drove a pink 1981 checker taxi cab for most of the years I grew up. It was cool. License plate said “BUBLGUM”. It had jump seats in the back that were like bouncy chairs.I thought I was TS every time she would pick me up from school. The doors would swing open every time we took a sharp turn, and there was a hole in the floor board just in front of the driver seat. You could see the street beneath it and mom would drop pop cans and garbage through the hole. One time she dropped a pack of gum, by mistake and it went down the hole while driving down Bellevue Way. She gasped and stopped the car to turn around. I screamed “IT’S A PACK OF GUM!!!!”. She then said quietly “Okay. I guess I can live without it.”
OH KIMBERLY!In her 50 wise years she has had too many embarrassing, weird things happen to her and it wouldn’t be fair to keep them in the family. She is special, she is funny. She’s got 8 kids, and as she says “each one took a part of her brain with them at birth”. So what if her house is a mess? So what if she drives like a crazy at night? So what if she talks herself into weird situations she can’t get out of? She’s my mom and I love her.