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September 16th, 2009
07:58 pm - WHAT A BIRTHDAY!
*diez*
Okay so this morning was setting up for a quite quiet birthday. I got a couple of cards and a Wolverine book I don't own from Cliff (it rocks) and an mp4 player that sadly has turned out to be faulty and has to go back. In truth the giver was probably more upset by me because hey it was an Awesome gift and completely not their fault it didn't work- how were they to know?
Anyway then I sat quietly in my whole watching episodes of Peter Pan and the Pirates and worrying because today
I HAD MY DRIVING TEST.
And what a day to have it! It was all I could do not to die in horror when I booked it months ago but out of the days free my birthday was going to be the best option unless I wanted to wait till October (which I most emphatically didn't) so here I was. On my birthday. With a driving test. My third, in fact.
My examiner was quite a lot more intimidating than last time, I felt. I was terribly nervous and got a fault for control on my reverse round a corner because I accidentally steered the wrong way (I haven't done that FOR MONTHS) and then had to fix it and when we got to the end I was a wreck and she had this po-face on and turned to me and I was waiting for the words: "I'm very sorry but on this occasion..."
She looked at me. I looked at my knees. "Congratulations. You have PASSED."
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! OH WOW!
Her: BUT- (I stop screaming) I want to go over the minors you had first and the mistakes you made.
Me: Oh *tucks hands between knees* of course. Erm....*SERIOUSFACESERIOUSFACEHOWCANIBESERIOUSWHENI'VEPASSED!!!*
Cue frantic ringing of mother, presenting driving instructor with flowers and arrival at my Nan's to find happy presents and cards and spread the good news. I got some rather brilliant things from family and friends including a cross stich chart of doggies and an embroidery kit with everything I need in it, a box of after eights (nom!), a Nessie money box, and a pair of fluffy stripy bedsocks which are definitely coming on holiday with me along with the mini crossword books!
THOROUGHLY SPOILED Mum and I headed for home. "We'll go the pretty way," said Mum, implying to avoid the school run so I thought nothing of it. We stopped off at Mrs M's- well, I knew she'd phoned earlier whilst i was on the phone to Auntie Nicola so I didn't really think about it.
"LOCALFREAK- come in here, Mrs M has some paperwork she wants you to fill out."
Me: *bewildered* Okay...*starts to fill it out. Something to do with cars. Maybe Mrs M's husband (who is a mechanic) was helping mum about setting up insurance for me...but wait this wasn't....mum's car mentioned. *looks up* WHAT IS THIS FOR????
*all heads turn to the Red Car Named Betty that is sitting out the front, which Mrs M (or so I thought) sold a month or so ago.
Me *COLLAPSES IN STATE OF NERVOUS SHOCK*
So yes. For my birthday I passed my driving test. I also got a car. Now I just have to empty my savings (and some other funds) to pay for the insurance (I'm a new driver and I'm under 25. It's a big bill. BIIIG as in 'half of what was paid for the car and then some' big.) and then.
Dear Heaven Help Us All.
Who decided I was responsible enough not only to DRIVE but to HAVE MY OWN CAR.
lol. My first question was WHERE WILL WE PUT IT? O.o Apparently Mrs M and MUm have been in cahoots and NO ONE KNEW so I had to phone Nanny who was completely silent and then "FLIPPIN ECK. .....FLIPPING ECK.....we shall have to think about this." Which pretty much covered my response too really.
DEAR HEAVEN.
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Comments:
NOW YOU CAN DRIVE AND HAVE WACKY ADVENTURES!!!!!!!
*diez of jealousy*
^^ yes! I can also buy milk in packs of twelve! And potatoes! And get them home again! :P
What a brilliant birthday :D Congrats on all accounts!
That's so awesome! What a great birthday :D *dances you*
*dances along too* :D thanks! It truly was. I'm still buzzing from it :) |
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