I’m back...
...so obviously they didn’t lock me up...this time. I have to pay a billion dollars in fines and go to driving school and a bunch of other stupid things that do nothing but collect the state money . Whatever.
The bad court date is in February, that’s the one for the driving on a suspended license. I don’t know what will happen then but there’s always the chance that a truck will hit me before then and it won’t be a big problem anymore. So, there’s no reason to worry about it too much right now. Of course, I might when the lottery and then I’d just leave the country so I’ll just have to see what happens.
My son has been chauffeuring me around. I cannot believe that is safer than having me drive myself. This kid freaks whenever anything goes wrong...this morning he had a fit when we were stopped by a freight train. Then, he passed the courthouse and said, in a very loud voice, “This stupid windshield is so filthy that I can’t see anything!”
Well, it’s filthy because his transmission-less car is parked in my carport and therefore I have to park under the trees that are dripping sap all over my car. I chose not to mention that right then since he was already having one of those Man Temper Tantrums that I am so fond of.
Now he’s in a better mood and is cleaning my kitchen so I probably won’t say anything except, “Thanks, son.” He is a pretty good house cleaner dude. And, his tolerance for a mess is lower than mine so before it bothers me, it drives him nuts so I just let him go ahead and clean to his hearts content. He moved back here to help me when I was at my sickest and I appreciate that. So, the house cleaning stuff is just a bonus.
Actually, it’s pretty much only fair because he eats far more than I do and he does make most of the mess.
I said that once and he disagreed so I started using the same glass for days, just washing it out each time I used it and I did the same with dishes. So, I proved my point after doing that and watching the dishes pile up.
The only mess in this house that is truly all mine is the mess that’s in my bedroom. I went in there this morning to get ready for court. I did find an outfit to wear. I chose a pair of black and white shoes to wear but I had to put the dog out and take care of all the pets so I put a pair of sandals on so that the other shoes didn’t get dirty before I left. Then, I forgot to change shoes. I realized it just as I shut the front door behind me. When I realized that I was wearing the sandals, I said, “Wait a minute, I have to go back and change my shoes.”
Well, I had locked myself out of the house. My son has keys to the front door and I had locked all of the locks on the back door. We had my keys...I don’t have a key to the front door so we were locked out. (His keys were in the house.) We didn’t have much time so I had to go to court in the sandals.
When we got home, I just climbed in a window. Then, I went into my room to change out of my going to traffic court clothes and I looked around at all of the shoes in there.
There are 4 pair on my television alone. The dog keeps eating them so I can’t leave them on the floor. I had two pair on my kitchen table when a friend of mine came over and said, “Oh! It’s bad luck to put shoes on a table!” I didn’t know that.
I told her to look around...there are shoes on every surface in my house that is higher than my dog’s mouth. That explained a LOT! NO wonder I keep getting pulled over, I keep putting my shoes on tables! I guess I’ll have to buy one of those things with shoe holes in it and hang it on my door...that should clear up the traffic problems.
I spoke to Rick today to tell him what happened in court and he said, “I wonder how our lives went all crazy like this.”
I resisted the desire to rip his head through the phone and poke him in the eyeballs. It’s frightening how good he is at that kind of stuff...if I didn’t know better, I would think that he was truly baffled at the downward spiral that our marriage took. I am quite clear on what happened and I can’t imagine how he could not know. But, whatever...at least we can speak as though we have known each other for our entire adult lives.
I just got a phone call from someone offering me a chance to make some cash tonight so I said yes. I am not going to pass up any opportunities to earn money until I get all of my fines paid. So, I have to go to sleep and try to get a little nap so that I can work all night. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and I don’t know when I will be able to sleep if I don’t do so now. So, I am going to sign off now and get my ass onto my couch and catch a few winks...I’ll see ya later!
Meg
By the way, thank you to all of you for your emails wishing me luck. You guys are great.
...so obviously they didn’t lock me up...this time. I have to pay a billion dollars in fines and go to driving school and a bunch of other stupid things that do nothing but collect the state money . Whatever.
The bad court date is in February, that’s the one for the driving on a suspended license. I don’t know what will happen then but there’s always the chance that a truck will hit me before then and it won’t be a big problem anymore. So, there’s no reason to worry about it too much right now. Of course, I might when the lottery and then I’d just leave the country so I’ll just have to see what happens.
My son has been chauffeuring me around. I cannot believe that is safer than having me drive myself. This kid freaks whenever anything goes wrong...this morning he had a fit when we were stopped by a freight train. Then, he passed the courthouse and said, in a very loud voice, “This stupid windshield is so filthy that I can’t see anything!”
Well, it’s filthy because his transmission-less car is parked in my carport and therefore I have to park under the trees that are dripping sap all over my car. I chose not to mention that right then since he was already having one of those Man Temper Tantrums that I am so fond of.
Now he’s in a better mood and is cleaning my kitchen so I probably won’t say anything except, “Thanks, son.” He is a pretty good house cleaner dude. And, his tolerance for a mess is lower than mine so before it bothers me, it drives him nuts so I just let him go ahead and clean to his hearts content. He moved back here to help me when I was at my sickest and I appreciate that. So, the house cleaning stuff is just a bonus.
Actually, it’s pretty much only fair because he eats far more than I do and he does make most of the mess.
I said that once and he disagreed so I started using the same glass for days, just washing it out each time I used it and I did the same with dishes. So, I proved my point after doing that and watching the dishes pile up.
The only mess in this house that is truly all mine is the mess that’s in my bedroom. I went in there this morning to get ready for court. I did find an outfit to wear. I chose a pair of black and white shoes to wear but I had to put the dog out and take care of all the pets so I put a pair of sandals on so that the other shoes didn’t get dirty before I left. Then, I forgot to change shoes. I realized it just as I shut the front door behind me. When I realized that I was wearing the sandals, I said, “Wait a minute, I have to go back and change my shoes.”
Well, I had locked myself out of the house. My son has keys to the front door and I had locked all of the locks on the back door. We had my keys...I don’t have a key to the front door so we were locked out. (His keys were in the house.) We didn’t have much time so I had to go to court in the sandals.
When we got home, I just climbed in a window. Then, I went into my room to change out of my going to traffic court clothes and I looked around at all of the shoes in there.
There are 4 pair on my television alone. The dog keeps eating them so I can’t leave them on the floor. I had two pair on my kitchen table when a friend of mine came over and said, “Oh! It’s bad luck to put shoes on a table!” I didn’t know that.
I told her to look around...there are shoes on every surface in my house that is higher than my dog’s mouth. That explained a LOT! NO wonder I keep getting pulled over, I keep putting my shoes on tables! I guess I’ll have to buy one of those things with shoe holes in it and hang it on my door...that should clear up the traffic problems.
I spoke to Rick today to tell him what happened in court and he said, “I wonder how our lives went all crazy like this.”
I resisted the desire to rip his head through the phone and poke him in the eyeballs. It’s frightening how good he is at that kind of stuff...if I didn’t know better, I would think that he was truly baffled at the downward spiral that our marriage took. I am quite clear on what happened and I can’t imagine how he could not know. But, whatever...at least we can speak as though we have known each other for our entire adult lives.
I just got a phone call from someone offering me a chance to make some cash tonight so I said yes. I am not going to pass up any opportunities to earn money until I get all of my fines paid. So, I have to go to sleep and try to get a little nap so that I can work all night. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and I don’t know when I will be able to sleep if I don’t do so now. So, I am going to sign off now and get my ass onto my couch and catch a few winks...I’ll see ya later!
Meg
By the way, thank you to all of you for your emails wishing me luck. You guys are great.
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