Just Call Me Speedy

I'm a pretty conservative driver. After a couple ugly crashes a few years ago, including a head-on with a deer, I have become a more aware driver.

But yesterday was sunny, and for the first time in months, I didn't have to worry about ice and snow on the roads, and I wasn't paying attention on a strait-a-way. I saw the unmarked police car. I thought, "wow! A gold one!" I should have been watching my speedometer more. 'Cause he pulled me over. For 65 in a 55.

Just a warning, but boy am I embarrassed. I'm the last person that should be speeding. When I told J, he laughed. I'm mortified and he laughed. Go figure.

Note to self: watch my speed better when cruising past the potatoe farm.