Birthday Spanking
I'm really overwhelmed with all of the birthday wishes yesterday. thank you very much to all of you, and to Randy (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lostncove) for doing such an excellent transcription job on last night's audio post as to catch every nuance of my message, while not actually including a word of it.
Much love to the covish one.
I made that post as I was leaving Dallas last night, a little later than i wanted, but my sister and her fiance took Chris and i out to dinner at Texas Land and Cattle, and who am i to stop someone from buying me steak? I eventually pulled out of Chris' driveway a little after 9, got my gas having to listen to some teen blast Usher into the night, and got on the road.
Around midnight, I stopped in Madisonville, about an hour and a half from home, grabbed refreshments and got back out there. I needed to pass a truck, and bam, out of nowhere came the flashing lights of a Texas state trooper.
He asked only the questions he had to, I provided only the yes or no that was required. I was already growing fatigued from the drive, and this put me in an even worse mood. I didn't try to say that it was my birthday, he had to write down the date, now officially one day later, and I really thought it would be a pretty lame excuse, and would only work for a ten-year-old who had hurt himself at the McDonald's playspace. I stayed quiet and took the ticket and left, pissed.
I remember telling chris that i thought a Tuesday night would not see many cops on the road, but now I've definitely gotten my birthday spanking.
This drive back and forth to Dallas is really taking it's toll.
lostncove) for doing such an excellent transcription job on last night's audio post as to catch every nuance of my message, while not actually including a word of it.Much love to the covish one.
I made that post as I was leaving Dallas last night, a little later than i wanted, but my sister and her fiance took Chris and i out to dinner at Texas Land and Cattle, and who am i to stop someone from buying me steak? I eventually pulled out of Chris' driveway a little after 9, got my gas having to listen to some teen blast Usher into the night, and got on the road.
Around midnight, I stopped in Madisonville, about an hour and a half from home, grabbed refreshments and got back out there. I needed to pass a truck, and bam, out of nowhere came the flashing lights of a Texas state trooper.
He asked only the questions he had to, I provided only the yes or no that was required. I was already growing fatigued from the drive, and this put me in an even worse mood. I didn't try to say that it was my birthday, he had to write down the date, now officially one day later, and I really thought it would be a pretty lame excuse, and would only work for a ten-year-old who had hurt himself at the McDonald's playspace. I stayed quiet and took the ticket and left, pissed.
I remember telling chris that i thought a Tuesday night would not see many cops on the road, but now I've definitely gotten my birthday spanking.
This drive back and forth to Dallas is really taking it's toll.