First act of independence

My younger baby decided to move out. NOT because life with Mom is excruciatingly painful (or unbearable or anything other than wonderful), but because she wants to be independent. She moved out of the house on Friday morning. On Friday afternoon, she totaled her car. (link to her blog for her version) She's OK, everybody else is OK, the only thing not OK is the poor little Sentra. Welcome to life on your own. It's always something . . . . I heard that somewhere.