Friday, September 16, 2016
I'm pretty much a rule-follower, so I haven't gotten into very much trouble in my life. Whenever I think I might be in trouble with an authority figure, I kind of panic, frequently cry. A few years ago, I got pulled over for not stopping long enough at a stop sign (I stopped, I am 100% sure he was just bored), and the conversation went something like this:
Police Officer: Miss, are you crying?
Me: *sniff sniff* NO *sniff sniff* yes
Another time, I got caught at a checkpoint because my registration had expired over a year prior, but the reminder thing got lost in the mail, and I never thought about renewing it. Oops!
So you can see my run-ins with the law have been pretty rare and pretty lame. Until this past weekend... (dun dun dun)
We went to dinner and it's always a bit of an ordeal getting all the kids and the bag and our to-go drinks into the car. As I was backing out, there was a police car that looked like it was waiting for my spot, but then they were motioning all crazy to me, and I totally panicked. I didn't know if they wanted me to go or stay or what. I just pulled back into my spot, while John was like "what are you doing??" The cops pulled up further and hollered at me "There's a drink on your roof! That's a party foul!" Ohhhhh, that makes sense. My life of crime continues.
(this is what I happened to be wearing that day)
Shirt: Old Navy Maternity
Shorts: Loft maternity