OK...you know how to tell if I'm really not feeling well? Ask if I've blown my hair dry that day. Because I could be stranded on a deserted island and I would find a way to blow out my hair. But yesterday was the first time in four days...FOUR...that I plugged that puppy in. I found my hair dryer cold and crying in a corner, convinced I'd abandoned him. When he saw me, I would swear Peaches and Herb were there.
Two weeks until my next hair appointment. And I've lost almost 16 pounds. But I don't think anyone can tell. Kara says it took 80 pounds before people felt comfortable enough to say "Phewww...you were really fat there for a minute. I'm so glad you finally did something about it." OK...no one ever said that. But...it was 80 pounds before anyone said anything. I'm going to lose 80 pounds and see if anyone notices.
Guess what I got in the mail on Friday? A belated birthday present. From the city of Glendale, California. A ticket for $442 for running a red light. I've never been to Glendale in my life. Except for that day...my b-day. When I told a friend I would take her car to fill it up with gas on my way to get my birthday facial. 45 minutes later, I was sobbing hysterically because I'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and ended up on the highway, running on fumes with no gas station in site. I have never run out of gas. I've seen it happen to other people, but never experienced it myself. I just imagined having it stall out in an intersection and having to push it all by my lonesome. So, when I spotted the gas station...FINALLY...all I could think of was getting there as fast as possible. PS...I went through a red turn arrow when I saw there wasn't a car in site. PSS...If I'd gone straight through the green light instead of turning, and THEN turned into the gas station...we wouldn't be having this conversation. PSSS...Did I mention it was $442? On my birthday?
So, I'm devoting today's post to nothing but traffic ticket horror stories. Days when you fought the law and the law won. What's your story?