SO pissed.

A few guys from Alan's work were sposed to be over here by 7 to watch football. It's 7:30. They just called, they went over to a fish fry, and will be here in 20 minutes.

We were going to order pizza when they got here. I'm fucking STARVING. Haven't eaten since 10 this morning. So now they're not hungry, and Alan doesn't want to order pizza. He just wants to snack on stuff. And I'm just fucking infuriated.

I got invited to the fish fry, I said no, because I was going on the plan that they were coming over for pizza.

On the good side of things, I think I addicted [ profile] halfacork to pretty dragonses. She has two new shinies! Adopt one today! and Adopt one today! Pretty!
You ever have one of those days... one of those rare, perfect days... where every little thing goes right? You make all the green lights you want, you hit the red lights you need to, you get the perfect parking spot, every single time, and you find the place you're looking for but have never been to exactly perfect the first time? Every. Single. Thing. Goes. Right.

Thus, you know that something majorly bad is coming your way.


Things were perfect. Beautiful. Couldn't possibly, possibly gone better.

Then the cop pulled in behind me. And I instantly knew.

Okay, so my dork of a husband got a ticket 6 months ago. Six months ago. For not having the car registered. He was in an accident a while back, and the van needs work before it will pass inspection. He tells me that he can't get the car registered until it passes inspection.

Guess what I got a ticket for? Yeah. Not having the car inspected/registered. And I have 5 days to get it registered, and take the registration into the cop shop, and personally show it to the cop who pulled me over. Whee. So I call my husband, start bitching (yes, it had to be done). He says "Oh, you can just go get it registered, no problem, then take it down there." I was so fucking furious, I can't even tell you. If it was that goddamned easy, why didn't he do it six months ago? But no. He'd rather wait until he's 13 billion miles away from home, I get a ticket, and make it my problem.

I might have yelled. A lot. Loudly. In the grocery store parking lot.

Where, I might add, the cop had followed me to. Sat behind me in his cop car for a while. I wanted to get out and ask him if he was going to give me a ticket for passing go and collecting $200 or something. I sort of had second thoughts, but it was tempting. Then he drove through the parking lot. And gave a ticket to someone who was parked illegally in a handicapped spot. I sort of wanted to find the person who got the ticket and smirk. But I didn't.

Then, on my way home, I see the same short, bald, smug little bastard had another woman pulled over. And two blocks beyond that, another cop had another woman pulled over. They were surely out in full force today, pulling over people left and right. I just happened to pick a bad day to stop sniffing glue.

Yeah... when everything is going perfectly? Watch out. The universe is a fickle bitch.


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