I Owe the World Big Time Positive Karma

Remember when those flashing lights got me the last time when I was climbing over the back seat?

If you forgot, read this post when I got carded twice in one night, http://www.themomjen.com/2008/07/i-was-carded-twice-in-one-night.html.

So over the weekend we had a MOST relaxing few days up in the sierras with my husband's family.

Eat, cozy by the fire, throw rocks in the lake, nap, repeat.

Glorious.

Well, one of the nights we drove across the stateline to a sports bar for dinner.  I was not drinking, hubby indulged in 5 glasses a glass or two of beer.

Of course I was going to drive home, and by the time we left everyone including me was exhausted.

The tourist spot was pretty dead everywhere due to the lack of snow, including on the road.

You know how you get in that, "I just want to get the heck home" mode, well that combined with driving over the speed limit was my way to make it happen.

Stupid.

Suddenly, I'm blinded by bright lights and it wasn't from the casinos around me.  Red, white, and blue shimmered in my rear view window and my heart fell to my stomach.

Holy Shit!

I don't have my wallet with me.

Panic sets in as the cop approaches my window and asks me for my license and registration, proof of insurance.  2 out of 3 isn't normally bad.

When I tell him I don't have my license I see the look in his eyes.  I'm freaking busted.

He then asks me my license number.

Thank goodness for my normally useless knack for remembering numbers.

Hell, I have my MOM's license number memorized for what reason I'll never know.

It's B...9....5...0......DAMN that's my social security number, wait...

I'm freaking out now.  He's going to ask me if I was drinking, have me walk the line and put my finger on my nose (or whatever they do) in front of the kids scared in the back seat!!

Suddenly the number comes flooding back to my bloodless brain and spill it to him correctly as he writes it down.

Cold sweat drips from my brow as he says, "i'll be right back."

My husband pulls out his cell phone and giggles as he dials my brother-in-law's number, who was following us and probably drove by laughing.

I hear something like "Jen's busted!" and some more smirking but the heartbeat in my ear is overpowering.

His return to the car felt like hours.

I just want to get back to the cabin and sleep the whole experience away.

I hear, "I'm going to let you off with a warning...." and my first instinct is to jump through the window and kiss this uniformed god!

Oh my goodness, thank you so much comes out of my mouth and I choke on the urge to cry.

I'm sorry.

I drive the rest of the way back just under the speed limit.

I owe the world big time Karma.