We’ve all been there. Had that moment of complete, white-hot clarity that you.screwed.up. You know the kind of screw-up. Coming in waaay after curfew to find your parents sitting in the darkened living room (never happened to me, honestly). Getting caught cheating on a test (nope, haven’t done this either). Being pulled over for speeding (this I have experience with). Today I had both boys in the car, tearing down a hill, lost in my own little world (ironic that I was trying to figure out who might watch them next week when I have to go to court for the damn accident that was not my fault). 61 in a 35. A 6 point ticket. I’m screwed.
In more amusing news, Tom and I just performed a colonoscopy on our dryer vent system. Clean as a whistle. So somebody tell me why the damn dryer quits working?