I'm on the highway to....HELLP!!

                There are about a billion things that we’re taught to do. For instance, no talking back, no eating before swimming, and, of course, the ever popular,” no going on 6 hour road trips with your boyfriend’s family, without telling your parents”.  You would think that most people are smart enough to listen, right?? WRONG! Not moi, just call me “rebel”!

                If you haven’t caught on yet, that’s exactly what I did. I figured, “ma is going to be on her way to work by the time I leave, and I’ll be back before she’s off, so why not? “Marvelous idea right? WRONG again! But of course, I do it anyway. Mind you, my boyfriend’s mom is totally oblivious to the fact that I haven’t told my parents.

So “la lala la laa” here we are, on our way to Memphis to pick-up my boyfriend, and she, ever so sweetly, asks me “you told your mom right baby?” so I put on incredibly fake grin, lied, and said “of course!”  Feeling bad after, I immediately texted my boyfriend saying “I just lied to your momL” If you guessed something bad happened, ding, ding, ding!! You’re right on the money! I later realized I had texted that to HIS MOM not him! When she had asked me about it, I saw the perfect opportunity to reach deep into the craters of my pocket, and pull out, yes, another lie. So I told her “oh that was from a long time ago” Thankfully, she said okay and brushed it off. SAFE!! But not quite. .

After that catastrophe, everything was fine. We were on the open road, singing, having a ball. When completely out of nowhere, it starts ‘raining cats and dogs’! It looked like we were riding into the heart of a hurricane; cars were pulled over on the side of the road and everything. So my mind starts racing, thinking, here’s an interesting story, “hey ma! Not going to make it home tonight, I’m in a storm in Alabama. Love you bye!” That would’ve gone greattt.

But luckily, it stopped storming, we got there and back safely, and I learned my lesson because I would NEVER do that again!!

My perception of adventure is traveling beyond the limits of your comfort zone to complete a task, or mission, not knowing the outcome of it. For me, that was a huge adventure because it was for sure out of my comfort zone, and I had not a clue how it would turn out.

Some would argue “it wasn’t that big of a deal; she could have just told her mom, or her mom or his mom; they wouldn’t have been too mad” well I’ve got news for ‘ya folks, you don’t know either of our moms! It would’ve been a HUGE deal, believe me. However, for someone lacking a conscience, and morals it would have been a breeze, but to people with worrying, weeping, butt whippin’ moms, it was more of a complete and utter disaster. No one ever found out, but it’s still in my head. What can I say? I’m a chump.