For better or for worse or court papers

Things started out lovely today. My Honey and I were married fifteen years ago today. Veteran’s Day just happened to be the day the venue we wanted was available. Also convenient was that we were married in 2000 so the number of years we’ve been married is always whatever year it is. How easy is that to remember. 11/11/00 – nice, eh?

So I was in a great mood – we’re going to Las Vegas on Friday with Ava and Ed. I received a lovely diamond necklace. I gave him a very nice watch. Things were lovely.

Quick rewind to that week in September when I received notification that I got caught running a red light and one of those damn cameras caught it. I decided I’d wait and see if they ever served me. If they don’t actually serve you the ticket, then you get off.

Fast forward to 11 o’clock today. I was at work when I got a call from My Honey. He was home with the kids because some people get to be closed on Veteran’s Day.

“Hey, guess what,” he said.

“What?”

“I just got served your red-light ticket.”

“WHAT!!!” I’m sure that came out a cross between a shriek and a groan. I know it sounds impossible, but it naturally occurs in nature–my nature. “How did this happen?”

“Don’t yell at me.” He barked into the phone. “The doorbell was ringing. The dogs were barking. There was a lady outside. It was instinct. She handed me papers and I took them.”

“OH. MY. GOD, Mr. Bright! What’s wrong with you? We don’t take papers from strangers! Why would you even answer the door? WHHHHHYYYYYYY?” Someone walked by my office and paused to watch me bang my head on my desk. “Why are you talking to strangers, Mr. Bright?”

He wasn’t havin’ it. “Hey, don’t blame me. This isn’t my ticket.”

“AAAaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggggg!”

Honestly, I don’t know what kind of example he’s setting for our kids, taking paper from strangers. Jeez.