All because I shot somebody.
Psych.
If you want to know the truth, I got pulled over for not having current registration--and then I forgot about it. Completely. For about three months? Next thing I know, a fancy pants letter from the court house, addressed to me, arrives at my home. I was summoned to appear in front of a judge.
I think the judge must've thought I looked like a scared little baby (or maybe she just liked my Sunday dress), because she acquitted me of any criminal charges, and I was only stuck with the original fine.
Moral of the story: Don't mess with the man. He will find you, and make you sit in stinkiness.
Did I learn my lesson? I'm not sure. About a month ago I got pulled over again over the same issue. I still haven't registered ol' Birdine. I almost forgot about it until today. I should probably mark that on the calendar as important . . .
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One of my husband's most endearing qualities is his appetite. That man can eat like I've never before seen. I'll make a dinner portioned for six, and it'll be gone by the end of the night. The boy loves his food.
That being said, groceries have been our highest expense the past few months (surpassing that of rent, gas, and utilities combined). It's cool (and unfair?) that James can eat thousands of calories a day and not gain an ounce--and weight loss isn't really a concern to him--but we're thinking it's time to scale back on food expenses. So I ask:
Blog followers, what is your favorite cheap meal?
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Finally . . .
This pretty little thing is my Mary Anne Trunnell.
Shout out to my beautiful sister-in-law, Mary Anne--Happiest Birthday, girly pie. I hope twenty four is your best year yet.
