Today my cousin started inquiring about my whereabouts this weekend, and my access to our grandmother’s van. I was confused at first, but as quick trip to the interwebs made me understand:
NEW LONDON, Conn. (AP) — New London police say they’ve arrested the driver of a minivan that plowed through a yard sale, which sparked a fight between two women. No one was injured.
I can understand why she might think I went berzerk and drove my Nana’s van into a tag sale, then started a fist fight. It does sound like something I would do. But I was way too busy this weekend to worry about arguing on the lawn like the white trash I am at heart. More importantly, no one drove onto the Prissy Bitch’s lawn to crash our tag sale.