When you give a girl a fast car, nothing good will come out of it. Especially if said girl aspires to be Danicka Patrick. The nothing good will come out of it has a name. His name is Officer Pepples. I tried explaining to him I was late to get to work. (which he could clearly see with my sopping wet hair, half eaten banana and frazzled look.) After showing no sympathy and closely examining my license he tried explaining to me that he could charge me with a misdemeanor. Whoa Whoa Whoa. I know what your thinking how does late for work and misdemeanor go together? Well I was speeding a little. Right. Thats it. Just a little. But I would like to remind you again that we have a fast car and some days I wish I was Danicka Patrick and sometimes the bare Idaho roads tempt me to act like her, especially when I am running late. Anyways back to the no good. Officer Pepples was not the most friendly Officer in the bunch. Nope. In fact, he was probably the grouchiest. He let me know, very clearly mind you, I was in violation of the state law by not having an Idaho license but being the "good man" he is, he would just add a fine onto my already large ticket. Racking that sucker up to 150.00 dollars. Now the question is who really has a spare 150 buckaroos. We don't. So I am going to go see the judge and plea my case and if push comes to shove cry a little. And in the end i'll hopefully get that sucker reduced. Desperate times call for desperate measures and this is a desperate time people. Now heres the difference between boys and girls (which just so happens to be what we learned about in class this week.) Husband I am sure, tried to be very calm and tried reminding himself he loved me, and a ticket is not the end of the world. However, boys don't have the outstanding verbal skills women have. So he sat there and looked at me and then looked down and repeated this action several times. Once the boy started finally talking I got a looonggg talking to. I got the I told you not to speed. I told you to be careful. You need to be nice to the car. Speeding down the highway does not conserve gas. Once he was exasperated he went and layed on the bed which was my cue to quickly make dinner. So I did. I made tacos like nobody business. And after that all our problems were solved. Like you know when you watch little boys on the playground stop playing, because somebody broke the rules, and then they are clarified and then they pick up the game again. That was us. There was a time out, rules were clarified, and then the game was back in session. In a family we each have our roles we play based off of gender. This week in our apartment was a perfect example. On the husbands side there was a lot of well lets fix this, and a little protection and a tiny bit of aggression. Over here on my side there was lots of emotions and trying to talk my way out of being in trouble and cuddling and being able to recall exactly what the officer said to me. But it ended alright. The Wehrhahn girls took Rexburg by storm with our men. We hit up costa vida and played some skittle bowling and just had a marvelous time without one mention of the ticket. Happy weekend lovelies. I am going to go have lunch with THIS girl and then have a low key night at home with the husband full of puppy chow/muddy buddies pillows, blankets and a movie. Hope your week was full of bliss and your weekend is full of relaxation.
xo Hay&Tay xo
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