If you've read me for any length of time, then it's possible that you know that I don't drive. Yes. I don't own a driver's license – but I do have a learner's permit. In my youth (ha!), I never learned because my Mom was never going to allow me to drive her car and definitely couldn't afford to insure me. In college, my friends drove and so forth and so on. Long story made succinct – I still haven't learned even though I've practiced off and on over the years.
I know that it's something that I need to do. I've heard every inspired story about freedom and independence and I know those things to be absolutely true. Plus, I know my husband is tired of being my personal chauffeur.
I would like to say my motivation for finally taking the plunge is entirely altruistic, but I'd be lying to you. My husband promised me as soon as I had my license in hand that he'd buy me a laptop. DRIVING LESSONS SAY WHA? So, I made a call this morning and am waiting for someone to call me back so I can schedule some time to practice with someone who won't yell at me or tell me I did not check my rear view windows when in fact I know that I did, sir (looks at husband).
Clear the sidewalks people!