Yesterday my new license came in the mail. I felt better just knowing I had it again. You know, just in case. Well, this morning I had to show it to the nice state trooper. I almost told him he was the first one to see my new ID but I didn't think he'd be interested.
In my defense (I have to make an excuse for myself) I would have been going the speed limit if it was just 50 yards up the road. The speed limit changes from 40 to 55 just after where he caught me speeding.
When I got home I was actually ashamed and a bit embarrassed to tell James - like a child presenting a bad report card. I know it's silly. I'm a grown woman, right? He thinks I should go to court to see if I can get it reduced. To be honest, I'd rather pay an additional $50.00 or whatever to not have to show my face in court and get stressed out over it.
James just popped his head in the living room and told me he still loves me even though I'm a criminal.