Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I Think A Bit Of Prospectin' Is In Order

Hear ye, hear ye! The Pony, of first house on the right past the abandoned portable meth lab and the old red barn, Outer Hillmomba, USA, is now permitted to drive. That means he has a learner's permit. Legal permission to cruise the highways and byways of rural Missouri.

I know this may come as a shock to some of you...but after missing four out of 44 on his first practice test, and four out of 25 on his next practice test...The Pony took his official written driver's test today, and missed...wait for it...are you ready for this...FOUR!

He wasted no time in informing his buddy who had to repeat the test several times. Who replied, "It was beginner's luck."

Farmer H called the insurance man who lives a billionaire's life on the coattails of the Hillbilly family. It costs nothing to add a learner to our policy. The catch is, it costs thousands a year to insure a 16-year-old boy on a $1000 Caravan. The cheapest vehicle in our fleet. The go-to car for our beginning drivers.

In six short months, when we have TWO teenage male drivers, I will go the way of those wacky new parents I saw on a rerun of 16 and Pregnant.

Panning for gold on my day off.


Sioux said...

How in the world is The Pony going to be able to drive from the back seat?

Are you going to have the Caravan retrofitted with an extra long brake and gas pedal, along with an extra long steering wheel column, so he can remain in the seat he's so fond of?

It seems that's the least a couple of caring parents could do...

Chickadee said...

Good grief! The Pony is old enough to drive?? I'm not sure how I feel about's funny how quickly kids grow up.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Farmer H could make those modifications from a deep sleep, connected to his breather, head buried under my grandma's wedding-gift quilt.

And I could ride beside The Pony, a backseat driver.

YES! And even more shocking, he still treats me with respect!