When my driver’s license and the elastic in my waistband both expire on the same day, I know I am holding a bag of life’s metaphorical lemons.
When I get home and see my year old, still in mint condition, bicycle sitting in the garage I get a glimmer of the proverbial lemonade that everyone waxes poetically about. I just might be able to solve two problems with one set of pedals….but I still have to confess my mistake to my husband.
Over dessert, I hesitantly break the news. “You know how I’ve been really busy with [insert here my infinite list of projects]?” I ask. “Yeeesss,” he answers back equally hesitantly. “Well, I sorta forgot to follow up on that whole driver’s license thing and now my one year grace period has expired. So I’m gonna be on foot or bicycle until I can get a permit and arrange for the tests,” I explain.
