and a lovely time was had by all
A splendid time was had by all! Linda A brought blueberry muffins. Several weeks ago she baked up two dozen muffins and stuck them in the freezer. When she went to get them today, there were10 left. Do you suppose they have been subliming away, one by one, in their little plastic box? Just sort of dissolving into the void where that second sock goes?
Tamara brought a batch of her world-famous biscotti - still warm. And glorioius woman that she is, she left the remainder of them with me, wrapped in a pink embroidered dish towel. Squee!
As ever, we laughed and talked and told stories. We got on a theme of what happend when you got stopped by the traffic cop. I got pulled over once by a young fellow who took a look at my license and said, "Get out of the car, please." I got out. He looked up at me and said, "Oh. You ARE six feet tall, aren't you?" He accepted that my license was real, and gave me a speeding ticket anyway. Maggie was living on the East Coast and being the perfect Super Singlemom when she was pulled over. The officer pointed out that her tags had expired, and much to her surprise, she burst into tears so wrenchingly that he backed up several paces in shock. (No one is Super Singlemom. Everyone lets things slide.) Moma was lost on an LA freeway and going too fast in the fast lane. The officer got to the car to find Moma weeping in frustration, her two adult daughters in the backseat praying out loud for help with the situation, and her adult son in the front seat, laughing his silly ass off. The officer gave her a warning and instructions for how to get where she was going and sent her on her way, no doubt figuring that her day was hard enough. And how was he supposed to fill out the traffic report on that one? Moma says her kids revert right back to childhood when they travel togeether in the car.
Do you have any stories about when you were stopped by the police?
Don't you just love real stories?