You see, a couple of days ago, I received a speeding ticket.
I will not make an excuse for myself...except for the fact that I am pregnant, my brain is currently mush, and I seriously believed that the speed limit was 10 miles an hour higher than it actually is.
I am still fairly upset about it. Just disappointed in myself really, cause if I catch myself going higher than the speed limit, I immediately correct it. That's probably the reason I haven't had a ticket in about 10 years.
I really hated having to tell John. I know that it's not that big of a deal, but still, it really upset me that I got it.
So instead of telling him when I received the ticket, I waited. I didn't even tell him last night when he got home from his mission trip. I did it in an email. Yeah, call me a chicken, but if you could only be inside my hormonally challenged body right now, you would realize that I probably wouldn't even be able to get the words out before I looked like this.
Anyway, he has been nothing but gracious and that means a lot to me.
Oh, and the boys were pretty excited to meet a real police officer. I didn't really tell them what was going on, because I knew that would be the topic of conversation for weeks to come. They sat in the car looking around for the bad guys. I wasn't about to tell them it was me!