I did all of that work and I had a Pampered Chef show to prepare for. It was what I thought was my last show, but no such luck. I now have 3 more. I can't turn down the money, so I'll just do it.
On my way to the show, I had a nice visit from a police officer pulling me over. I was a little confused because I was pretty sure I wasn't speeding, but I was on the phone, but as far as I knew, that is still legal, so I was confused. Well, Sergeant Hotterthanhot approached my vehicle, I forgot how to speak and looked at him blankly while blinking on occasion. He told me I had a brake light out. I asked him if he would take his shirt off...oh wait, nope, I didn't, but I wanted to. I stupidly told him I knew, in fact, even stupider, I SHOWED him the replacement bulbs sitting, collecting car dust in my coin tray. He was a little flirty, asking me about my age and pointing out that I was about to hit the big 3-0. (not appreciated, by the way) and he immediately told me that it wasn't a big deal, he wasn't going to give me a ticket or a warning, he just had to take my driver's license and registration and document him pulling me over. I wish I had my camera, I would have taken his picture and said the same thing "for blogging purposes I need to document what has happened tonight, you need to take your shirt off and and I need to take your picture, you understand, right?" It was a great experience. Sergeant Hotterthanhot, thank you for pulling me over. You made my night.