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Okay. So. There is nothing like a teenager driving in the snow for the first time on WAY TOO snowy roads to clear out your bowels. Forget the roughage, just give your kid a set of car keys. Uhhh, I thought I was nervous when she drove alone the first time? *laughs manically*

This is WAY worse.

The snow itself is that light fluffy crap they put in snow globes.  I mean, that’s how it looks.   It’s very pretty-ful.

It makes for a quick shoveling.  Although when your scooping up snow drifts well over a foot high, it kinda feels like work.

Shane took her out driving last night to “practice” skidding.  Which really doesn’t happen ‘as’ bad with ABS.   He’d tell her…’Okay, go real fast!…..”Now STOP!”

She got to come out of a slide several times, so I hope to God she remembers this on her way to school this morning.  And I hope she remembers to text me on arrival.  I told Alan to text me and he said, “Okay, but I’m probably going to forget”.    (that whole ‘man thang’)

Okay, so I’m off to the toilet to wait for my text message.

*update: Alan DID text me!   “Safe but irked”
Then Middle Childs text:  “The roads were scary. On our street I slipped a 180   ”
Then:                                               “And my shoes are soaking wet!”