my new ride.

On Saturday after my bridal shower (which was full of cute ladies, holla!) Mr. B invited me to a little one on one action with the go kart he just got running.

As I'm climbing in, earrings and all, I suddenly get the urge to ask him a question.

"Hey, uh...this is safe, right?" I asked.

"Show me where the brake is," he ordered.

I pointed to the left pedal. 

"Okay, good job. Show me where the gas is," he directed again.

I pointed to the right pedal. Yes, I'm a pro.

"You're good to go! In case you need to stop really fast just press this and this..and-"

-Wait, he didn't answer my question. Am I supposed to be paying attention to what he's saying right now? I think I better say a quick prayer. 

Let's be clear here, I drove like a Grandma. Do you see my hands plastered on that wheel? 10 and 2. Do you see my professional go kart shoes? And those jeans, perfect riding attire I'll say.  Except, I thought Grandma's drove smooth riding Buicks? 

This was not the case. My whole body was moving like a shake weight. Yes, it was awkward. No, I did not get massive biceps from it. 

Mr. B decided to show off after I was done. See that dirt behind him? You better believe I was shouting at him as he circled around me.

"Be careful!"

"You're ruining your Mom's yard!"

"I need some Hot Tamales!"

Alright, maybe not that last one. But I do love those little spicy cinnamon bites. 

It was definitely a good time, and someday maybe I'll be able to drive faster than a turtle. 

Oh! Whoops! How'd a picture of my ring get in this post?