We would drive around this town....while the cops chase us around...

Aron looks kind of crabby in this pic...probably cause he wanted to get rid of me after last weekend. I almost caused him to get 2 traffic tickets.

Yes. 2. BUT I CAN EXPLAIN...

1.) I've known that my headlight was out on my car for a teensy bit now. Ok, so some people (like that pesky cop that pulled me over a couple of months ago) might even say I've known about it a while now. Welllllll, Aron and I had a little date last Friday night courtesy of his Mom and Dad. We both worked that day so we just ended our work day around the same time and met at my building. We went downtown and had a lovely evening at Hyde Park in the Short North and then we went to see "Hot Tub Time Machine." I'm not afraid to say I saw it. I'm not afraid to say I liked it.

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That's right. I LIKED IT. It was a little raunchy in spots but what's not to love? There's both a hot tub AND a time machine. It's a little Animal House and a little science fiction. A little salty, a little sweet. I'm digressing again, aren't I?

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Anyhoos, so he drove my car home after the date because he thought the brakes were sounding a little funny (how chivalrous of him) and I drove his car. One thing leads to another and wellllllll, he got pulled over a couple blocks away from our house. Whoopsie! Good news is that he just got a warning. Bad news is that we took our car to get the brakes looked at the next day and it cost us $600. YIKES!

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2.) Sunday morning we were rushing around to go to church. Our church had their services (a 7:00 service, an Easter breakfast at 8:00, and another service at 9:00) in the community room in a local gated community. We rushed the kids through their Easter baskets and got dressed but were still at least 15 minutes late to the first service. Aron was speeding in the gated community (at least 40 in their 25 mph zone) and right after I said "Hey, it's 25 in here" he got pulled over by their "security." He slammed on the brakes and I was careful to protect the bread I had made for the breakfast part of the Easter service on the plate in my lap. The guy working security that morning was pretty ticked off at Aron (an understatement). Envision a red face, huffy expression, and a lot of yelling about speeding in his gated community where children ride their bikes, etc, etc. Aron apologized profusely and told him he was going to the Easter services in their community room. Envision a lot more of his red face, huffy expression, and an increased amount of yelling ADDED TO the fact that he was now staring in the car at my lap. When I say staring, I mean STARING. Fireworks could've gone off behind his head and he would've continued standing there and staring at my bread. I mean, it's good, Buddy. It's reaaaaaally good but do you have to stare? It's becoming uncomfortable. So, finally, I say something.

"You wanna piece of bread?"****

I thought he was either going to a.) have a stroke or b.) have his head pop off. At this point he says, "DON'T YOU THINK IT'S A LITTLE EARLY FOR THAT??" and nods his head in my car. I said "For bread?" Aron said "For what?" Security guy then says "You'd come in here with open container and speed in here? You think that's ok??" Aron then looks beside me (and my lovely bread) and sees the object of his stare.

An empty Pellegrino bottle.

OH! You think that's...

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You think we've been...

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Before Easter services...

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Aron hasn't even had a coffee yet...

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After we explained to the security fellow what it actually was, he let us go. I'm guessing he thought it was a Heineken.

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****Given my previous brushes with the law, does it really surprise you that I would offer the man a piece of bread? Most of my friends find this offering of bread to be the most heinous part of the story.