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Told ya so!!

Monday seemed to be an "ordinary" day (if that exsists) in this crazy turn my life has taken...Granny with cancer, fighting within the family, exhaustion & stress...

I took the kids to school. I talked on the phone. I made bugs-on-a-log for lunch b/c Will learned about bugs at school. SuperMom, right? Took a nap. Started dinner ON TIME and went to the chiropractor, which, was severely needed after our family walked a gazillion miles Saturday at the Museum of Science & Industry in Chicago. Upon my return, hubby follows shortly after getting the mail. I hear him rip into an envelope in the kitchen and say, very dramatically, HUH. (not a question, more like just a response) HUH. So I go in there to see what's up.

Dear Mrs. Trethewey,

Your license has been suspended indefinately due to the speeding ticket you received on 3/10/10 (which was NOT paid...more on that in a sec) The court below has issued the BMV to notify you of this suspension. A court order is required to reinstate your privileges. Call them with questions YADA YADA YADA!

Sincerely, the BMV

Really?! what the...

WELL, On March 10, 2010 I was stopped for speeding in a well-known local speed trap. This was the 1 year anniversary of my step-daughter's mother dying and needless to say the morning wasn't a good one. So, while the kids were at school, I decided to take a little time for myself at the local Panera with my computer. When it was time to log off and go get Will at preschool, the computer took FOREVER to shut down and then my coffee kicked in. So, I was running late and driving fast. Apparently, the cop that pulled me over was a city cop who had been recently arrested for domestic violence by county cop (which is what my brother-in-law is, a county cop). So, he was all crabby and not in the mood to "let anyone go" and wasn't issuing Warnings that day. So I drive away, crying and LATER THAN EVER to get Will. I realize the ticket will cost close to $200. Geezow!

So, what's a poverty stricken girl to do? Call her bro-n-law County Brownie and have him "fix" it. So he does, at least we thought.

Apparently, the prosecutor stopped the ticket (made the call to have my ticket pulled before getting into the computer system) but the ratard making minimum wage at the Traffic Violations office dropped the ball and my info straight into the system. Dang it!

So, in reality, I just didn't pay the ticket = license suspended.

(Now more calls have been placed, more promises made, more stress in my life and more work for my sister ---taking kids to school and whatnot --- and now we wait... supposedly it should be reinstated within the week... we shall see.)

Oh and my hubby, who's all straight and narrow and morally correct, wanted me to just pay the damn thing and move on. Did I listen to him? No. And yes, he did say to me (while I was staring off into space trying to mentally make plans for rides indefinately) Told ya so.

Freakin' lead foot.
Freakin' Mr. Right.

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