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Five minutes later, Shannie pounded on our front door "Just Ja to believe it!" She cried - her cheeks flush in the brisk ," I walked past her and placed ht like it" My frozen breath tu a car?" she said hopping up and down

Just Jas!" she said Our eyes met Then she kissed me I mean, she really kissed me

Shannie developed into a connoisseur of buh her car never sported oing to look it! There's no way my car will beshitted and bespeckled by fifty ratty bumper stickers" True to her word, Shannie never let Saphix, her nale worn bumper sticker On the first Saturday of each month, Shannie would scrap off the old and apply the new The only exception was during the Gulf War when Saphix sported "Support our troops" for the duration of Desert Shield and Desert Storm Even then, every first Saturday, Shannie replaced the worn sticker with a newer version Saphix was socially aware, and never short on sarcas the state of her psyche At the time, I didn't know any better, I was curious who she would attack next

If she couldn't talk her way out of another speeding ticket, the next month's bumper sticker would take a poke at the cops Her personal favorite was, "DARE to keep cops off donuts!" I was partial to, "Bad cop! No Donut!" We both felt, "Hey, who h she laet when "Your kid may be an honor student; but you're still an idiot!" made an appearance after I finally made the honor roll I counted three bumperstickers in my mother's honor: "All dumbs aren't blonde; Worry about your own dahtest crayon in the box, are we?" When I asked why she insisted on still wasting effort on my mother, she quipped, "She's probably still a bitch?" Her stab at my father was obvious: "Split wood, not atoms!"