Hindsight

So, yesterday, I went down to Salem with Mom and Clarissa. We got hot chocolate for the wedding in lots of different flavors (I plan to try the peppermint white chocolate first). Tawnia, Clarissa, and I unsuccessfully looked in several stores for blouses in just the right shade of blue. And we had a nice little visit with Nathan, Amanda, and those adorable little boys.

Anyway, heading home through the middle of Salem wasn't easy. Mom wasn't sure if she was in the correct lane to turn onto the bridge. And at a red light, a pickup truck started backing up; we don't know why. Mom blew the horn to warn the driver to stop. Then we missed the turn for the bridge because we couldn't get over in time and had to drive around the block.

This conversation followed:
Clarissa: "If we were in the right lane the whole time, we wouldn't have had to deal with any of that."
Mom: "Hindsight is 20-20."
Me: "Unless you're backing up a pickup truck."