super fly mom,
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Swiped from my cousin’s blog: “Woman” refers to my mom. She basically made a split-second decision to pursue and ultimately catch an intoxicated 20 year-old that ran through our yard, into our garage door pushing the other car through the wall. She heard the noise of the screeching car got up and was watching from the kitchen window. She was furious and jumped into the untouched second car in the driveway.

“‘I was afraid he would ram my car, but he didn’t,’” she said. ‘Some people looked out of their house and I hollered, ‘Call the police,’ and I guess they did.”

It was a pretty exciting night. I think I was five or six when it happened. I still remember being slightly embarrassed about being around all the cops and neighbors outside in my pajamas. My sister slept through the whole thing.

The first time Andy’s and my parent’s re-met, Andy’s mom brought up this very subject while we were having breakfast. She said, “Remember that lady from the neighborhood that chased the drunk driver down with her own car?” We all had a good laugh over that. What are the odds?

For those of you not in the know, Andy and I grew up a few blocks from each other. We met in kindergarten, were friends in grade school but hung out in different circles in high school. We lost touch until I got that life changing note six years ago through classmates.com. Cute? Embarrassing? Awesome? I never quite know how to feel about the classmates story.