Yay!

I got my license yesterday! I can drive alone! If I had a car!

Yay!

I was so pleased that I told the guy giving me the test that I had to give him a faux hug then I squeezed his arm with my hand. And before he got out of the car I told him that I'd miss him.

When I went inside the BMV to get Eva I left the paper license inside the car and steeled myself and froze my face into a "nearly crying" expression and waved her over to the door. She came toward me ready to console me but I couldn't hold it any longer. "I got it!" I said with a big smile. She was so happy for me that she squealed and hugged me. 

I'm not big with the practical jokes but I knew that she'd get a kick out of it. I've got 60 days to get my regular license. I couldn't do it yesterday because I didn't take proof of address with me. I wasn't counting on it at all. Even though I felt comfortable behind the wheel, I didn't want to jinx it. 

So, I'm licensed to drive. I'm guessing that my license to kill will come later.