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Flashing lights
Date Added: December 22nd, 2007
Okay, so I don’t do this all the time, but yesterday I was in a hurry. What woman hasn’t tried to change her clothes while driving? Some women put on make up while driving, some talk on cell phones, some smoke, so why not change my clothes? So there I am, driving down the road at about 45mph. One shirt was pulled up around my neck (in ready position) and I had just begun to pull the other shirt over to provide the cover-up-slide-through when I saw the blue flashing lights behind me. I was petrified. This was it, my desire to save a couple of minutes by changing my clothes on the road was going to get me a ticket. My husband would be so mad. As I slowed down to pull over, I kept trying to think of a way to pull my clothes down. Panic was beginning to set in as I was trying to come up with some good excuse, but I had nothing. Why wasn’t he out chasing bad guys, or pulling over some crazy person driving 100mph. As the cop car with it’s flashing blue lights sailed on past me, I was so relieved. Now I could finish getting dressed and still not be late! In after thought, I know getting dressed while driving is not the smartest thing to do, but women are very good at multi-tasking, right?
Hello there
Date Added: December 22nd, 2007
Sooooo….I was taking a plate of Christmas cookies over to my girlfriends house. I wasn’t sure if she was going to be home or not, but I knew that I could always leave them inside her garage if she wasn’t. With my daughter in tow, we loaded up with cookies and headed out. As I pulled up in-front of her home, I couldn’t tell if she was home or not as there weren’t any lights on. So I pulled out the cell phone and called her up. Too my surprise, as the phone stopped ringing, the garage door began to open. Oh my gosh! What did I do? I knew her husband was a techie, but I had no idea that he rigged up some sort of cell phone garage door opener! What was I going to do? Leave the cookies (of course), but how would I get the door closed again? Just dial her number again? As I sat there, surprised and stunned, my daughter was cracking up. When I told her it wasn’t funny, she told me to look in my rear view mirror. My friend was patiently waiting for me to move my car so she could get into her garage.