Drive - Her Dad never let her learn to drive though the younger siblings did. (She was taught to drive a team of horses for plowing.)
That might have been fortunate because she has poor depth perception. Her baby brother tried some years ago, but the result was 4 dented fenders on three vehicles. (Two of them ours. She was pulling into the drive at the time.)
Anyway, Dad liked to drive and Mom helped by reading signs. She could at least read fast.
I can make some things better than her, like cheesecakes and cookies and some other things. Um lets see, I can do most things on the computer better than her. And I can pill out cats better! She can clean a lot better thats for sure!
The only things i can think of are cooking (except for her cornbread- it's better than mine), singing, and driving (she's one of those people that will drive a mile with their turn signal on and consuse people because they never know when she's turning
) Other than that though- my mom's awesome at just about everything she does!
Drive. I refuse to drive with my Mother. She drives with her foot on the gas petal and takes it on-off-on-off-on-off and she drives soooooooooooooo slow, with her nose touching the windshield
My mom... movie-star-gorgeous, socially graceful, perfectly turned out every day of her life, fabulous fashion sense, dangerously great cook, outstanding painter of oils, beautiful singing voice, extremely softhearted toward animals, children, and old people, still incredibly energetic and productive at 82... just an amazing woman.
But... she's a very aggressive driver... she overfeeds everybody in sight, feline and human alike... and she always gets impatient, turns the heat up too high, and burns the grilled cheese sandwiches.
And... I hate to say it, because she's famous for her excellent spaghetti sauce...