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My sister is here!  All the excitement of her visit PLUS a crazy week means that I have … not a lot of free time.  I don’t think this is news.

What is news, however, is that I learned something the hard way the other day.  That is the following:  When your daddy tells you no one should drive your car, listen.  My boyfriend and I went to pick up my sister at the airport.  It’s about a two hour drive to Nashville from where we are.  I have never driven to the airport in Nashville, so I was a little nervous.  I asked my boyfriend to come with me, and I said we could take my car, and everything would be terrific, right?

The night before, I asked my lovely boyfriend if he was still coming.

“Yeah, sure,” he said.  “I’ll drive.”

I mentioned that his car is currently out of commission (Thanks, Mother Nature!), but it’d be fine if we took my car, especially considering it makes better gas mileage.  He said that was fine and repeated that he would drive.  I explained to my darling boyfriend that I was uncomfortable with anyone else driving my car — not simply because Daddy said  no (although mostly) but because I worked my butt off to pay for MY car with MY money, and I am a HUGE control freak.  I thought about it, though, and thought to myself, “Well, he is a good driver, and he knows where he’s going better than I do.”

I called my mama the next morning, and she said she didn’t suppose it would be that bad to let him drive.  She called Daddy at work and told him, and he didn’t care … or understand why it would have been a problem, actually, because he didn’t remember telling me that.  So no problem, right? 

No, no problem … got to the airport early, Jess’s flight was on time, got on the road with time to spare for my charming boyfriend to get to his class that afternoon.  Getting there was easy, so getting back should be a piece of cake, right?

No.

My boyfriend did not feel the need to get on the same highway we took to get to Nashville to go home.  He got lost, which is, from general consensus, not easy to do, and managed to double the time back.  It took us four hours to do a two hour drive.  Do y’all know where I could go that is four hours away from Nashville?  My parents’ house in Indianapolis, which just so happens to be where I am going tomorrow.

So here is what y’all should learn from my mistake:
1.  You do not need your boyfriend to drive you to the airport.
2.  You should not let your boyfriend drive your car.
3.  If you have anxiety and/or control issues, you should probably not be trapped in your car with your boyfriend who is inexplicably driving a completely different way than the way he should be going.

I’m driving my poor car a long distance again tomorrow.  Fortunately, I will be driving my beautiful car the six hours back to Mama and Daddy’s tomorrow, and I will be with my little sister and one of my best friends.  And I know how to get there … and that is all I am saying about that.

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