Confessions of a Hypocrite

In which our Lady confesses. 

First: to my sister-in-law Jenni,

          I’m sorry you had to take a taxi home from the airport yesterday because I can’t drive yet.  Seizures are really lame.  I can’t wait until I can legally drive again.

          Bust most of all, Jenni, I ask forgiveness for my incredible hypocrisy. 

Yours in Apology,

Tara

          Second: Only a few hours after explaining my regret to Jenni for not being able to drive her home from the airport, I got fed up with relying on my exhausted and unwilling husband to drive me around.  I announced to him that I intended to take the car out to rent a movie for myself (because obviously it was a matter of life and death).  To my surprise he complied readily.  I grabbed the keys and went to my local redbox to rent Eclipse.  Yep, you read that right.  For what did I risk my driver’s license and my honesty?  Why, for something totally worthwhile, respectable, selfless, and up-building of course.  Yes, for the sake of a simple-minded, teenage love story about vampires and werewolves, I broke the law and took the car out for an illegal spin.  Great. 

          On a positive note, I felt really happy and little wild to be doing it.  I could feel an involuntary bubble of laughter seeping out of me as I backed the car down the drive-way.  Yes, I do know my class of rabble-rousing is pathetic, but I completely enjoyed my small moment of hedonism.  Never mind that I got stuck behind a snow plow nearly the whole way there.  I was so dizzy with my sense of driving-freedom that I hardly noticed how the hulking yellow machine exactly 50 feet in front of me was muffling my ‘wild’ ride into the night.  By the way, still team Jacob.