Cougar Alert!

We snuck away for just a few hours.  Escaped to the beach, where life seems easier…but apparently still requires coffee.  After taking in a wee one’s birthday party it was time to make a coffee run.  I mean I’m 40, I need me some caffeine if I expect to make it much past sunset these days.  

We loaded the kiddos in the car and I drove.  Dear Hubby had indulged in a few bevvies and was not getting behind the wheel.  As we trucked down the dusty beach road we passed a huge gang of about 15 twenty something’s going to get their party on.  The irony was not lost on me that they were heading out on the town, ready to dance and drink all night, while I was headed out in search of coffee with the hopes that I might see 10pm.  This crew seemed oblivious to my giant family filled SUV so I was forced to roll down my window and issue a polite “Watch out guys”.  What was I met with?  Was it rudeness?  Ignorance?   Were we ignored?  Nope.  A very polite young fella leaned over in my direction and yelled.

“CALL ME….”

Um, this Suburban Mama with a car chock full of Husband and kids was stunned into silence.  I may have harboured a secret grin of pure happy on my face.  (Turn’s out Mama’s still got it going on!)

But then, from the backseat, a primal yell from my 10 year old daughter.

“SHE’S MARRIED !!!”

Bwhahaha.  You tell em Honey.

Right back to reality as our car erupted with side splitting laughter.

Guess I’ve finally reached my cougar status, whether I’m ready or not.