Today when I got home from work I noticed something taped to the backdoor.
From a distance, it looked like a printout with some pictures on it.
Up close I saw it for what it was. Three full-color photos of me running a red light.
I was horrified. My husband had taped it there as a joke.
Not that I knew that at the time.
I walked in, not knowing what mood to expect him after getting glossies of me breaking the law, as well as a $65 fine tacked on to it.
The first person I saw when I quietly opened the backdoor was Max.
"Hey mom, you gonna run anymore red lights??"
"Yeah mommy, are you gonna run red lights some more?"
The two agitators were trailed by my laughing husband.
So at least he was OK about it. Even though the ticket had his name on it.
I had no excuse for running the red light, except that it was late that day and I was on my way home from work, I had just come off of the Interstate, still moving at full velocity.
It was all a blur, literally.
I didn't even remember running a light. Maybe I was fiddling with the radio.
Later on after dinner my husband commented that it was a silly ticket. He said that maybe I should contest it, saying the red light in question was obviously Photoshopped.
"Look at the grain on the picture," he pointed to the picture of me going through the intersection.
I laughed. I knew it wouldn't even be worth it.
I was actually amazed at the clarity of the pictures, you could see eveything, the license plate, the "Support Our Troops" ribbon and a little silver fish. It was obviously my car.
All in a day's work for me I guess.
Next thing you know, someone will be snapping pictures of me trying to take more than 12 items through the checkout line.
There will be a closeup of two Ragu jars.
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Also, I have a questions for my readers: Do you prefer music on this blog or no? I took down Mercy Me's song "So Long Self" cause it was beginning to drive me nuts. And I like that song.
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