On Thursday I was cruising down a 2 lane road, sunroof open, windows down, music cranked, there may have been some singing. I was enjoying a couple hours of freedom, Madd was in school, Griffy at speech therapy. It was so nice to not hear fighting from the back seat, or requests for me to use my bionic arms to pick up whatever toy was dropped on the floor of the car. I was so happy that I was completely oblivious to the motorcycle cop who pulled up behind me with lights flashing. When I did notice, I thought "he must be chasing someone and want me to get out the way". Turns out I was the one he was chasing.
The officer approaches my window... "Ma'am, is there a medical emergency? I clocked you going 60 in a 45."
"Wow, can I really use that as an excuse?"
No comment.
"No, officer... no medical emergency, where do I sign?"
