It Figures

Last Thursday night (after I wrote in my blog that Connor had quickly gotten over his fever) lil' man woke up around midnight putting off 103 degrees of heat from his normally clammy body. With Stacey instantly transtitioning into nurturing role, I was left to run out to Wal-Mart for fever-killing drugs, although she did half-heartedly offer to go herself.

I had been in a deep sleep (probably dreaming about being a pastry chef on Mars, or something equally stupid), but was more than willing to head out for some medicine so that we could all get back to sleep as soon as possible — which ended up being much later than I planned. When I stuck my key in the car's ignition, I remember thinking, "I'm either gonna get pulled over by the cops or I'm gonna die behind the wheel tonight."

Since I'm obviously not writing this whilst wrapped around a pine tree, I'm sure you can guess what happened.

Apparently, I turned right on a red light at an intersection where that's not allowed and was lit up by a state trooper, even though there was no one else at this intersection. To the statey's credit, though, he let me off with a warning for the traffic infraction (which never happens to me), but did write me a $25 ticket for not having a S.C. license.

(A little tip: cops LOVE it when you turn on your car's interior light, place both hands on the steering wheel and act right. Besides, I've tried being belligerent, snooty, indifferent and even constipated — believe me, nice works.)

With Connor's great-grandparents watching him for the day today, I bit the bullet and went to the constant freakshow that is the DMV to rectify the driver's license situation. Besides the mayhem depicted in the picture below, all I have to say is, thank GOD I brought my iPod.