Twang Twang, There’s a Skunk, Daddy’s Drinkin’ Beer

So my daughter’s driving now…legally…for the past twelve hours.  Despite missing the parallel parking space twice–what happened to all those perfect practice runs we made together?–she scored enough points on that part to enable her to take the road test!  Once she got away from the confines of the driving course her confidence soared.  So she returns with a smile (not unlike a grinning jack-o-lantern) ready to get the actual driver’s license.  And then…the trouble begins.  Despite having collected every bit of paper, signatures, forms, etc., that she may possibly need to show the examiner, my daughter didn’t bring her social security card.  No problem.  Just tell the examiner the number and we’re good to go.  (Perhaps now my daughter will remember why I told her it’s important to memorize your social security number.  Perhaps.)  That grin turned into a grimace as she fought back the tears.  To make matters worse, we were 40 miles from home (because everyone knows it’s easier to pass your test out in the country, mom.  Hmm. She did have a point there.) and I was sans license.  I couldn’t legally drive home to retrieve the social security card and even though my daughter had passed her test, she was still officially an unlicensed driver.  Enter best friend–who after a frantic phone call–ran in the 90 degree heat nearly two miles to our house.  She found the hidden key and managed to sneak past the snarling terriers guarding the place.  She was the real hero(ine) of the day, calling us with the social security number.  Unfortunately, though, the face captured on that driver’s license shows a frazzled teenager–glasses askew, braces glinting, hair frizzing in the noonday heat–but hey, it’s only for a few years, right?  And it is the real thing–not the permit!  Driving home, leaving the open spaces of the “country” fading fast in the rear view mirror, my daughter remarked about the difference between city folk and “country” folk.   That lead to a conversation about country music–it’s always about relationships or being hit by your husband on a porch, you know…the twang twang, there’s a skunk, daddy’s drinkin beer kind of songs.  She’s the one who needs to be writing a blog!