Blue and white flashing lights...he approaches the car. "Ma'am do you know what the speed limit is here?" "No." "It's 30 mph." "Really?" "You were going 50." "Um, okay."
Five minutes later he comes back with my license, registration and that dreaded piece of paper. I'm thinking, "perfect ending to this crappy week." He tells me he's giving me a warning.
Wow! That and he didn't notice that my inspection sticker expired 2 months ago. Maybe things are looking up.

Right before this I had just gotten off the phone with Erika to report my fabulous buys of 3 pairs of shoes on clearance, a cute silver bag to carry at the reception and a new sweater to wear to the rehearsal. Bonus!

PS I'm getting my car inspected tomorrow. No need to tempt fate.