So yesterday, I'm coming home from my blood pressure check, tooling down the street, minding my own beeswax, and next thing I know, I spot a policeman on a motorcycle pointing one of those radar guns at my car!
About a quarter-mile later, I'm thinking I'm out of danger, but all of a sudden, lights are a-flashin' behind me, and well, let's just say I had to think fast because not only was I speeding, I don't have a license plate on the front of my car (it looks cooler that way) and I have really dark tinted windows to boot (wouldn't want anyone to see me while I'm doin what I'm doin while I'm driving).
So I pull into a parking lot facing in and immediately roll down all the windows. Then a very mustachioed policeman saunters up to my car and says, "Maam? You know why I pulled you over?" [Because you want to tell me that you like my car?] "I think so . . "
And next thing I know, I'm carefully pulling away with a nice little ticket, but one without the fix-it infractions because my sparkling repartee drew his attention away from the fact that I was breaking more than just a speeding law. Yeah, well. Probably not because of that. It could be that Mr. Motorcycle Po-liceman wanted to get the heck out of the rain.
As far as the knitting goes, there has been some, but not the kind I wanted. I was trying to make a beret for my sister and although I made this one in a child's size--she has a teeny tiny little head so I planned on making it only 15 inches in circumference--it turned out to be my size and for the life of me I don't know why, although I have a hunch it had something to do with the fact that while I was knitting it, I kept wishing I could keep it. (It's the Sheep Shop 3 and I sort of finagled Veronik Avery's Beret Basque pattern, the one in her wonderful Knitting Classic Style to make it smaller yet slouchier, but somehow I managed to make it even bigger in all directions.)
Back to the drawing board.
(Hey, anyone know of a good traffic school that only takes a few minutes or so?)