After seven long and tortuous months of waiting, Megan has her drivers license! Freedom for her. A car slave for me.
We showed up at the DMV 15 minutes before it opened and there was already a line. Exactly one hour later, we walked out with license in hand. Worth every second of waiting in those uncomfortable metal chairs.
Megan drove herself to and from school, to and from lacrosse practice, to and from her radio show, and just for good measure, I made her go to Wal-Mart to get Nouggies for me.
Now playing on my totally-awesome-I'll-post-a-picture-of-it-as-soon-as-I-can-find- my-camera-hookup iPod: Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys.