[Porsche Chick]

Oh, okay . . . if we're going to get all confessional . . .

I used to drive a monolithic Mercedes SEL (stands for Super Extra Long). It was more of a boat than a car, it swaddled you in leather, you could lay down full length in the back seat, never felt a bump. Fabulous cruiser.

So I pulled into the driveway, both kids in the back, and hop out to do something or other. I turn my back, and hear this odd squealing noise. It's the kids, screaming at the top of their lungs because the car is cruising up the driveway, heading for the garage. I had forgotten to put it in park. Or put the brake on. Luckily it was going pretty slow. I ran up the driveway, jump into the passenger seat and pull the brake. Slowed it down just enough so I could scramble into the driver's seat and hit the brake. The car just touched the pile of plywood hubby had leaning against the garage wall. No damage.

To this day, whenever anyone in the family gets out of the driver's seat of a running car, we all say "Park! Brake!" Kids will never let me hear the end of that one . . .