Hoo Hum

Michael's not home yet because he's paying a parking ticket. It's 8 PM now.

Like typical guy, he decided to just wander around for hours trying to find the Police station (according to the damn ticket, that's where he's supposed to go) until finally I had to ring him. And yep. I think the term for this ...is... he is ... LOST.

I googled the map for him (http://www.google.com) and he's actually in the right direction, it's just that he's not certain if the building is the correct one.

Speaking of parking ticket, that's what he got because he parked his Chevy truck (with expired tag--he's not renewed it yet at that time) up front by the side of the street. After only having purchased it for 48 hours, some cops wrote him the ticket and put it by the windshield...at 1:20 AM.

Who actually went out that late in the wee hours, drabby rainy eve and check out a car tag. See, it's blatant classism (the term he fondly uses--since this is an old Chevy, they just assume that they have to check it out--the tag). Do cops in this city have nothing better to do than write parking ticket? We get charged $40.

Plus, there's a law in this state that new owner of vehicle can have 72 hours before renewing the old tag. We can fight this ticket but it's also easier to just pay and fight later (if we don't pay within 14 days, the ticket becomes $80).

I have to give a shoutout at Michelle. Thanks for all your comments, luv. It's greatly appreciated, if I'm not mistaken, you HAVE YOUR OWN BLOG. SO SHARE, goshdarnit. SHARE. :)

TGIF

Tracy