**My meals are boring. I'm still writing everything down but I've decided to do a summary for the week on weigh-in day. You're welcome**
I remember when I was a teenaged driver. I asked my mother if I could borrow her car one night so I could go out with my friends. I think I was picking up Pam and Charlotte, I can’t really remember at this point. Back in those days, we went to clubs. The club that were going to that night was called Rhana Pippins. It had these huge ceramic frogs inside and fountains. Not really sure what the frogs were about but we loved that place. The drinking age was 18 and even though we weren’t 18 the club management was very relaxed on the whole “checking for ID” thing. Anyway, I picked up my girls and we were on our way out when we saw my older brother. He flagged me down, asked where we were going and asked me to take him home so he could change his clothes and have me drop him off to wherever he was going. Of course, I agreed. I backed up my mom’s car and promptly hit a fire hydrant. Very little damage, but the point is … I hit the hydrant and damaged my mother’s car. I was bringing my brother back to the house and I had a choice to make. Do I tell her now that I hit the hydrant or do I wait until after we get back from the club? I brought my brother back home and kept my mouth shut about the car. Then me and my girls went out and had a good time. Afterward, I came home and my mother was waiting up for me. When I walked in the door, I told her that a fire hydrant came out from nowhere and hit her car! She failed to see the humor. She asked if anyone was hurt, came out and looked at the car and then went to bed. No lecture. No yelling. No nothing.
I remembered this story last night as my daughter was backing out of the driveway to go pick up one of her friends to go to the movies.
She came home on time and she and the car were all in one piece.