It’s official. As of last night, I’ve started driving. And that picture there pretty much sums up how my first driving lesson was. Except I’m not blonde, I don’t drive with a pained/confused/weirded out expression on my face (at least I think I don’t…) , and dad was only screaming on the inside.
Honestly, it wasn’t *too* horrible. With my anaconda death grip on the wheel, I drove up and down the street a bunch, turned around a few times, and managed not to hit anything/anyone. I know, I’m just as impressed as you are. AND, the whole time bugs were flying in the car and scaring the bajeebers out of me. But the best part was that the entire time, I had the Brian Regan skit about show horses running through my head. Why? Not sure. So here it is. Enjoy!
And thus concludes our post for today. It’s short and lifeless. Like a dead Oompa Loompa…*ehem* …ANYWAY…I know people always say “Haha, I’ve started driving. You’d better stay off the roads!! ;) ” But no, I’m serious. I’m now driving. Fear for your life.