Digging Up The Daylilies

In 45 minutes I'll be heading out the door (What was I thinking scheduling this for 8:15??) to take my road test. 13 years after my peers did it I'll finally have my driver's license! Any good thoughts, prayers, or A.N. vibes gratefully accepted.

I fully expect to pass. Drew and I spent last evening parallel parking in the dark. After I got our cute little hatchback into a space between a truck the size of an F150 and a sedan, Drew proclaimed me proficient and we went for ice cream. :)

This did not prevent me from having approximately 5 dreams this morning all revolving around my being late for the test. In one case my dad chose to drive me through O'Hare airport in a tomato-soup colored PT Cruiser in order to pick up a tuna sandwich on the way, and when I wondered why he could drive so quietly through the halls I remembered his car is a Prius, not a PT Cruiser. In another case I left the house at least 20 minutes late because my father-in-law could not find the cream-filled pastry he swore he'd left on the counter. I have an odd brain.