My 4 days home for Christmas was good, but you could say it ended with a BANG.  I was on my way over to pick up my younger son from where my X-wife lives.  I had told them I would be there in about 30 minutes.  10 minutes later my X calls and in a frantic voice asks how soon I will get there.   So I asked what was going on and she tells me that the yard was on fire.  From that moment until I got there, it seemed all the slowpokes were out and in my way.  By the time I got there the fire had been put out.  My X lives with her boyfriend on a 2 acre yard.  Almost 2/3rds of the yard had been burned.  The fire started due to my son shooting a firework while waiting for me to show up.  He did this without supervision.  Other causes (or contributing factors) were dry grass and  the yard was covered in dry leaves.   The Fireman only gave a warning to my X and my son.  Me, I was keeping a poker face.  But inside I was laughing since the yard belongs to that guy she lives with.  My X's family and I do not like him.

After I picked up my son, we went and saw Harry Potter.  Now I am anxious for the next HP movie to come out.

I just picked up another student yesterday.  He needs 25 days on the road, but I can tell already that he is a good driver.