Deely-Ma-Bob

Uh oh......I may be in trouble here. You see Den and I agreed to put this deely-ma-bob (that is code for some contraption that tells the insurance company how safely and quickly I drive, yes it's very BIG BROTHER) on my car. I drive the speed limit, almost religiously, and I am a very safe driver. I haven't received a ticket since I was 17, and I have only had one teeny weentsy fender bender in the Starbucks parking lot (see here for that embarassing story). Otherwise I am a pretty safe bet, or am I? hehehe

Den put the deely-ma-bob on last night and then he and I took off for Target. He strapped on his seatbelt before he started the engine, and he even came to a complete stop at the end of our dirt driveway. I was totally impressed and a bit excited at the tremendous change in his driving pattern. All my naggings have fallen on his deaf ears, but this deely-ma-bob will move mountains in Den's psychy. Oh this was such a blessing!! The rest of the evening was the same way, it was a driving slice of heaven. On the way home he gives me the sermon, and I let him know that he has NOTHING to worry about when it came to ME. Nothing, nada, NO thing at all, but I would make sure River understood it. I mean this will affect the cost of our insurance on our third vehicle.

So that brings me to this morning. It's time to take Abram to the bus stop. We have a very long driveway, as I've mentioned, and so I drive him to the end in the mornings. So Abram and I plop down inside the car, I with my coffee in hand. I'm not really dressed, per say, and I haven't ran a comb through my moppy head and I'm like who cares, right? So I bomb down to the end of the driveway, all the while the seatbelt light is dinging at me, but I'm like its my dirt driveway dumb car....I quickly spin around a 180 degrees to return up my driveway too. Of course, I didn't use a blinker to do that, or come to a complete stop. I bombed back up my narrow driveway, and the whole way the seatbelt sign is nagging me, then it dawned on me........UH OH.....I just broke the cardinal rules of the deely-ma-bob! I began to giggle because isn't that the way it normally goes. We think someone else has the problem, we think that WE don't do such and such, but here I was, on the very first morning of the deely-ma-bob and I'm already in trouble with Big Brother. OH MERCY deely-ma-bob!!