Am I losing perspective? November 28, 2007

Or maybe I’m just tired.  Or drunk on yarn.   Does this guy want to be my dad?  (Context:  I got a ticket on my way back to Minnesota last weekend.)

No-Longer-Potential-Paramour: Im sure it pissed you off at the very least

Me: Not at all. I speed all the time, so I’ll get tickets occasionally

NLPP: I see; well hopefully your insurance wont get dinged too badly

Me: Nah – that’s what lawyers are for

NLPP: Lawyers ! ? For a speeding ticket ?  [Uh...he knows I went to law school]

Me (If this had been over the phone, spoken in a tone as if I’m explaining something to Big Bird): Yes, they take care of it so that you don’t have it on your record

NLPP: Wouldnt driving a little slower be easier and more logical ?

Me: Wow, that was condescending

NLPP: No, not really, at least I didnt mean it that way. It was really just a question.
Getting a lawyer for a speeding ticket just seems a little extreme to me and, well, easily avoidable.

The process of fixing tickets at one time paid my bills.  Is it some sort of twisted lawyer-thing that I don’t see anything wrong with paying one (I don’t have any friends with an Iowa law license) to fix my ticket?

My yarn is locked in my trunk November 26, 2007

And no, that’s not a metaphor.  I took a tremendous amount of yarn with me for the holiday (the whole eyes bigger than my plate – or whatever metaphor that’s supposed to be) and my trunk latch is broken.  My car is holding all of my current projects (#7 but mine’s a hell of a lot prettier) and harmony needle set hostage.

Sigh.  This is the only reason I need a man around the house.  Or someone not afraid of getting trapped in the trunk while crawling through the back seat.

Mizzou rocks! November 25, 2007

And I hope Chase got whatever he wanted last night – women, beers, whatever…