WineontheKeyboard

Sigh. My baby is in college now. Well, he’s doing fine.

Me?
“I’m okay,” she said hopefully…

So, did you see my twitters yesterday? Oh. My. Gosh.

Set up of story: The Impish One was driving one car and I was riding shotgun with him. SuperGuy was driving our Subaru. We see SuperGuy pass this semi truck. Right then this big old semi blew out a tire right in front of us. Rubber flying everywhere. The truck starts swerving and we see it heading towards SuperGuy. The Impish One swerves to try and avoid the biggest chunk of rubber headed right at his brand new installed on Monday windshield.

The Impish One: “It’s all good. I’ve got it.”
Me: “scream”
The Impish One (as he’s driving off the side of the interstate to avoid flying stuff) “I’ve got it.”….pause… “Is that truck going to hit SuperGuy?”
Me: Hyperventilating while rubber hits the car. But the huge piece missed us, just the really big stuff hit us.
Me: “Does that truck not know what happened??” (’cause he wasn’t pulling off the road…and SuperGuy is like right beside him trying to avoid getting hit).
The Impish One: “There he goes, he’s pulling off away from SuperGuy.”

We see SuperGuy pulling off the side of the road. We’re still dodging stuff on the highway.

The Impish One: “I’m not pulling off there, I’m going to the exit.” (which we could see from there.)

We get off at the next exit, call SuperGuy (WHY didn’t HE call ME??) and tell him we got off the highway. SuperGuy pulls off at the exit and we inspect the damage. Pull rubber out of the front grill of car. Long black streaks down side of car. Some dents. We’re all shaking.

The Impish One looks at me and grins. “Well, that sure is going to make a good story for your blog… We almost died taking my youngest son to college.”

So it’s Wednesday night as I write this. The Impish One is safely tucked away in his dorm. (or out partying. No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. lalala

SuperGuy made me an awesome martini. My BFF is texting me with every little thing that The Impish One ever did wrong or stressed me with to cheer me up and make me appreciate he moved on with his life.

Remember when he got a ticket and you found out when they sent the letter to the house?
Remember when he got Senioritis and you found out he thought it was optional to go to high school his senior year?

Anyway. I’m okay now. Really. Honest. Truly…

I think Heck, at this point I’m just truly thankful we’re all alive.

Baby Boomer by Kacey
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My son’s independence, and my independence.

I’m writing this on Tuesday afternoon. Here is the pile of things that The Impish One has ready to go to college. You know. Leaving Wednesday morning.

Yes, I know. Disengage.

I’m fully aware he will actually be packed up some time on Wednesday to be driven to college. I’m trying to bite my tongue and let him do it on his schedule. (if males really ever do have a schedule for anything…) Do males ever do anything in advance? Well, the ones in my house don’t.

Ah, well. Maybe this is a bit of a start of my independence too… let him figure out the whole packing for college thing. Think he’ll remember to pack towels??

Any guesses on what he will forget to bring with him?? Check my Twitter on Wednesday and I’ll keep you updated on the big move to college…

EDITED TO ADD: If you’re not on Twitter but want to follow my adventure today, I added my twitter updates to my sidebar see?? —>

Baby Boomer by Kacey
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So I’m dealing with my youngest heading to college this week…

In a very mature

and totally healthy manner.

(Who knew they still made these? Just was overwhelmed with the urge to buy them again today.)

Coping just fine, thanks for asking.

(Why, yes, that is SuperGuy’s extra large red wine glass. Why do you ask? I thought it appropriate to borrow it this week. It works great for Pinot Grigio, who knew??)

Baby Boomer by Kacey
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