I woke up to a snow storm today. It snowed all day. The tri-county area of Michigan I live in, exceeded it's predicted wintery blast and has officially run out of salt. The streets are slush and black ice. We are supposed to get snow Saturday and sleeting rain on Sunday.
So of course, I call my daughter.
She lives about 2 miles from the salon she works at.
Me: (5PM) Hi Cait, have you left work yet?
Cait: Yeah, I left about an hour ago.
Me: Good, the roads are nasty and rush hour traffic will be a biotch.
Cait: ::: Laughing, ignoring me, saying something :::
Me: Cait? CAIT? Are you at home? Who is laughing so hard with you?
Cait: Sorry Mom, that's Ashley and Michelle (the owner of the salon)
Me: Are you in the car?
Cait: Yeah, we're on our way to Chicago.
Me: WHAT?!?!?!?! What are you doing?
Cait: We're going to a hair show/seminar.
Me: Who's driving?
Cait: I am.
Me: (On my hands and knees wishing I had a rosary and I'm not even Catholic)
No way Cait, I'm not comfortable with you taking your car.
Cait: Me either, I have dads SUV.
Me: Okay, have fun, drive careful, call me .... sometime?!?!
I was really thinking crap! He let her go in this weather? She never drives out of a 15 mile radius.
Then I remembered, when I was 18, I stuck my thumb out on I-75 and hitched-hiked to Mexico to live, with nothing on my mind but having fun.
She'll be 20 in a couple months. She's with other girls, a reliable SUV, and a couple charge cards. She'll have a blast.