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.
