I'd Like To Blog, But...

I'd really rather nap.

Drive home was uneventful, if remarkably short. I've discovered speeding as a mechanism to entertain myself while driving. I know there are some who would frown at that and to them I say, "95 is the new 55, baby!"

Unless they're po-leece officers, in which case I say, "no, sir, I do not believe I could have been going that fast. I'm so sorry if there is any confusion. You see, I am just a boring mom, I do not speed, see that toddler back there? I would never endanger her by doing something so foolish as speeding. No sir."

Then he would ask me something about calibrating his machine and I would say,

"Fine. Here's my shit. Write fast. I got places to be, chucklehead."

Oh I totally would. If I ever do I'll let you know what jail time was like. I'd have to shiv the first prostitute I saw to keep the others offa me. I've seen the movies.

I know how that shit works.

I'm going to nap now. Until AB wakes up. Which should be about 10 minutes.

But it'll be a great 10 minutes.

MUAH!