Ok, kids. Tomorrow, Smoo goes for her behind-the-wheel exam. I think she will do swimmingly, but she is a bit nervous. I am looking forward to her being able to drive, as it will inevitably mean less driving for me. I have always hated driving, and didn’t get my license until I was in my second semester at SDSU. This confounds Smoo, who has been chomping at the bit to drive since she first was able to identify her dream car — a 196N Mustang — at about 3 or 4 (as Adam can attest). At any rate, please think good thoughts for us tomorrow. I will be passing on the results if she passes, but not otherwise, as she has asked for silence in the minute chance of her needing to re-take the test, so crushed will she be.
Just Kristin
… a gentil harlot and a kynde.
