Sexy and Seventeen

There’s an article in the paper today about a driving school that’s gone belly up. Looks like the kids that paid for driver’s training at Advantage Driving School have a serious disadvantage. Clients of the school found an unsigned note taped to the door explaining they had, “exhausted every avenue in trying to keep the business running.” I’m no business lady but I’m pretty sure that if you’re taping a note to a door, you’re not really much of a business person to begin with.

I’m only interested in the subject because my own offspring is also in the middle of getting his license. From what I understand he only has one class left then he goes to take the test. I have not yet driven with my son because my car has a manual transmission and I don’t want him to tear it up while learning to shift gears. My brother has offered to let him use his old Trooper instead. Yeah, my brother’s cool like that. It will be really weird to have Paul drive me around, but I look forward to sending him to the store all the time like my parents did.

Paul will be 17 years old this Sunday and I’m sorta freaked out about it. I mean, only one year left I am officially old. I think you are officially old when you are the parent of a legal adult. I told Paul recently that if I had realized having children meant living proof of how old you are he would have never been born.

My own birthday is next week. I mention this only because I have decided it will be the last birthday I have. After next week, my birthday will cease to exist completely, and if you think I’m kidding you’re dead wrong.

I am capable of anything once I put my mind to it.