Cathy in the Wright

Miscellaneous

I had a few spam comments this morning, and I got careless with the delete button and got rid of a couple of real comments. I think there was one from Michele about my shampoo and another one from Dan about the Senator's good buddy, Josh. I'm very sorry, and I'd love to hear from you again; I couldn't figure out how to undo my deletes.

The Governor ate his first piece of dog food today. He didn't like it.

Went to Camp Snoop at the Mall of America yesterday. The trip went very well considering the huge crowds and The Governor's attention span. My sister, brother-in-law, and niece went along too and they made the trip a lot of fun for both boys. When The Governor had a melt down at nap time, The VP and I headed home. The Senator got to stay with my sister and her family and she managed to get him on the roller coaster. I couldn't believe my ears. The Senator has a very high regard for personal safety and comfort, and the roller coaster is the last ride I would have expected him to attempt. He declared it was too scary and he won't go again. That he even got on the ride gives me a small comfort that he might move out of the house by the time he's 30.

Asian lady beetles are out in full force. I hate them. I love my Dust Buster.

Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you all about how I got pulled over last Monday night. I was recklessly speeding around Buffalo Lake on a deserted lakeshore drive (42 in a 30 zone) after my soccer game. It was around 11:30 p.m. and no one was around...except Officer L.

I was in a great mood, but I was sweaty and dirty and smelled like a locker room. Too bad I couldn't get pulled over when I have just come from the salon. Oh well. So Officer L. approaches the car. He's a fatherly sort of character who starts chatting with me about features of our Trailblazer (he drives an Envoy) and he gets around to asking me where I was coming from.

Soccer game. I play in a league in Plymouth.

Oh yeah? My kid plays soccer too.

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!! So I start asking him about his kid and we're laughing and talking and he says he'll be right back. He returns to his car and I wait. And wait. And wait. And now I'm thinking, "Sh*t. I'm getting a ticket after all."

Officer L. comes walking back to my window...paper in hand. D*mn!

He says, "This is a warning. One per customer. Next time it's a ticket. I suggest you tape it to your visor to remind you not to speed." And he put a yellow, smiley-face sticker at the bottom of my warning. What a great guy.

So gals...just remember...hiking up your skirt and unbuttoning the blouse aren't the only ways to charm your way out of a ticket. Nothing like some sweat and sports talk to keep your driving record spotless.

Posted by Cathy at March 21, 2004 02:41 PM