Its over...

So I have always had this amazing gift of getting out of tickets (or like my darling Mom said, "am amazing gift of desperate lying".) Now don't get me wrong I love Jesus and I know the rules... no lying. period. point blank. BUT let's face it, in the moment when you speed past that white and blue car (ooooo and those really sneaky ones that look like a regular car) and your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, you quickly throw your cell down (I'm sure it wouldn't help the situation if you asked the cop to hold for a sec so you can finish that last ":)" on the text). Then you see it... the U-turn and you know what comes next.

Well since the tender driving age of 16 til now I have been pulled over NINE! times. I swear my Momma Mobile is like a flashed KrispyKreme sign for all cops. Now whether or not I should be proud of this or not I have never (until yesterday) gotten a ticket. You would be surprised how emotional one can get when you know that you just paid your last bill, bought a latte that you had no business buying, and have ZERO extra money in the bank and the LAST thing you need is to have to pay a ticket. I have used every exuce in the book (and wrote some myself). My personal favorite is getting pulled over going 55 in a 35 mph and what made it worse was that I had a car full of middle school girls and we were going to a church function. TALK ABOUT HORRIFED! In matter of seconds I had imagined the worse (...the parents bringing me in front of the church for a linching) well I knew I had to get out of it so when the o so nice cop came to my window he had laid his arm in the inside of the door and o so sweetly I laid my hand on his arm and said "Officer I am o so sorry but to be honest I have mad dirrehea and I must get to a bathroom." He then looked at me and smiled and said have a good day and to watch my speed. Needless to say when we got to where we were going I disappeared into the bathroom so the girls wouldn't know I wasn't exactly telling the truth and was in there long enough to make 4 phone calls. (one to each of the girls parents to tell them what happend)

I tell you all this to say, "I got a ticket in the MAIL yesterday". o yes... THE MAIL. Now I woudn't be so shocked if I had been pulled over recently (hey, they could have changed their minds) but I hadn't been in like a year. When I opened the envelope there was a lovely picture of yours truly talking away on my phone and a note/ticket attached saying I was captured by recently installed camera on Keith St running a red light. O pulease!... at least give me the chance to defend myself. I'm sure I could have come up with a great exuce.