Saturday, June 14, 2014

Traffic violator.

I got pulled over today.

It wasn't terribly dramatic, but I truly had a "what the fuck did I DO" moment.  You see, we were jamming to- I kind you not- Vacation Bible School music, so I figured I must've been speeding.

But no.

I had just turned left onto a road, a road with a light, but no turn signal.  As one does, on the green light, I pulled halfway into the intersection- signal on- an waited for a gap in the traffic so I could turn left.  

No gap came, and, again, we were jamming, so maybe I was a second late in proceeding through the turn under red.

At any rate, that's what I was pulled for, for running a red light.

I'm due for a ticket, but even as the cop told me to step out of the car (!), I figured this one was worth fighting.

I handed him my license and insurance card and registration, and smiled ruefully to myself.  Well, hey, thought I.  I just dropped $200 at the vet for annuals for my furries.  Whatever, I will figure this out.

Then the cop came back to me, handed me my shit, told me to be more careful, and drove off.

No ticket.  Fucking SCORE!

But really.  Doesn't everybody pull half early through the intersection on a left turn without an arrow?


Monday, June 2, 2014

Pooper. It is what it is.

This weekend, the baby and I drove to Baton Rouge to watch my nephew's dance recital.  Which rocked.

Before the recital, C said he needed to go to the bathroom.  I told him ok, and off he went.

Moments later, the littlest nephew said HE needed to go potty, so I said, "come on.  Nanny'll take you."  And I did.

(While in the potty, baby k asked if I was pooping, kinda loudly, and then he wanted to look for himself.  Awesome.)

We came out of the bathroom and found my brother, who was laughing, with C.  

"Caleb asked where you were. I told him you were still in the potty, that you must have needed to poop."

"'Thats all she can do,' Caleb said.  'She's a girl, and girls can only go number two.'"

My brother tried to set C straight but he and I both laughed about this for a good long while.

It makes sense, if you think about it.  I do have to sit.

But I don't always have to shit.

:)