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.
