Ha Ha... It Wasn't Me

For those who read this regularly, I was pulled over a few months ago for something stupid. Grout Daddy rubbed it in my face for a month or so that I was the one that was pulled over (I'm a "granny driver"), even if it was for a dumb reason. Now I get the last laugh (but the first tears) as G-Daddy got a ticket this morning. On his way to an early job, he decided to run a red light and BAM, ticket city. Oh well, at least I can force him into a defensive driving course and not feel guilt about it at all. I can't really get mad at him though, I was driving the other day with MIL Sue and thought I was in trouble because I know I was going 10 over the limit, but the cop got someone else, whew!