The officer was super nice. He informed me that he pulled me over for speeding. He went on to ask how fast the speed limit is and how fast I was driving. I did answer the first question correctly, but I don't think I got bonus points for it. He asked me if I was in a hurry to get somewhere. I can never think fast enough. I should have said, "Yes, as a matter of fact, Officer, we were just going to grab some lunch. These 6 week old twin girls in the back will start screaming at any minute and since this is the first time I have been out driving since they have been born, well, yes, you could say I am in a little bit of a hurry." But no. Then Olivia really started crying so Zachary jumps into the back to hold her bottle. He thanks me for my courtesy as he handed me my ticket and I thanked him...THANKED HIM for costing me over $200. I know, I know, I am the one who did it...whatever. I know better than to go 53 in a 35.
It's a wonder I don't get more tickets. I have been lucky only to get a couple in the past few years. There was one year that I got like 4 speeding tickets, plus 3 more warnings. I do love to speed. I usually go around 20 over. Sometimes I can get out of them but not very often. I was pulled over when I was pregnant a couple of months ago. I made a huge show of reaching across my belly to get my insurance card from the glove box. She let me go. Then there was the time when I blubbered to the guy that my husband had just left me for another woman and God only knows what else I said. He let me go really quick like with a muttered "you drive safe now, Ma'am." Then, THEN, there was the time when I was speeding, had no insurance, my driver's license was expired and had the wrong address on it and he let me GO, people! Ahhh...the stories I could write about all my pull-overs.
I'll have to blog about the grass fire tomorrow...or another day