Sunday morning, headed to church, feeling pretty good; had stopped and got breakfast, for me and my honey and was in full force to get my praise on – had even started in the car as I listed to Praise radio on my XM Satellite station.
Rolling along, eating my breakfast, just came off the freeway and I see the Po-LEASE (police); quick glance to my speedometer (read 42) and then up at the sign (said SPEED LIMIT 35) and I thought “oh crap”, shot up a prayer to the almighty (apparently not fast enough), and what happens, but those darn cops (in an unmarked car) pull out behind me.
My first thought – Can I really be getting pulled over in the same spot, going to the same place, in less than 2 months????
My second thought – My husband is going to KILL me; I better tell him in church.
The whole experience was just totally aggravating and I am now going to alter my church route (and of course slow down) but now I have to research if it is even possible to do what I did on the last one to avoid my insurance rates from going up for the next three years.
Anyhoo, I thought I had gotten past that lead foot that landed me three tickets in three weeks way back in 2002 as I coasted along the city streets in my sports car – plated – PLAGURL (my how I have grown); but I guess I need to revisit that thought and have a long talking to with myself, cause there just is not any room for these kinds of foolish and costly mistakes.
My husband was totally cool about it; although in his mind (and if I were not preggo) he probably would have let me have it – in his silent calm voice right there in church. However, I am so grateful for him showing me mercy on this one and as with so many other things my thoughts are kicking into overdrive cause it’s really not fair to him.
Have a wonderfully blessed Monday folks!