Ticket Master

There was a time in my life when I could just simply say:
~ "officer! I didn't know the speed limit, there were no signs for miles....I just was enjoying the drive." No ticket.



~" What? You mean, you CAN't change the date on your temp tag with a sharpie??" ( I had gotten out of the car before the officer walked up, because my window wouldn't roll down. NO license with me, NO proof of insurance, a plate from another vehicle shoved against the back window and a FaKe temp tag lay in the back seat...shining ever so brightly from his flashlight.) No ticket



~ Christmas, 1999...driving to my grandma's house, listening to holiday tunes!!!! "Dashing through the snow...on a????" What? "Officer! I was just SO excited to see my grandma and I had the radio playing all of these carols....I just didn't think about how fast I was going!" No ticket.

I could probably list a handful more. It was easy to get out of it! I had some sort of charm or sly chick charisma...that is now, GONE. I don't know if its the mommy curse, but ever since I got knocked up, tickets are my forte. I have even cried. The kids have cried. I STILL get handed a flippin' ticket.
So now, again, 45 days to prove I am insured, change the address on my license and get the tail light replaced.
I take full responsibility for the charges. But if there is a next time, fingers crossed, I will have a blanket to cover up the kids, lip gloss on hand and the mind set to play dumb:)