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On the way back today Sandy got caught for speeding. She took it pretty well. For a little while while we were waiting for the officer to run through her paperwork, I thought she might not be alright, but she held up. He knocked down the charge so that it didn’t cost her any demerit points, so I think that settled her down too.

More driving fun: driving to our new house to pick up the keys, we almost got t-boned while I was driving. We were approaching an intersection and had a green light, but there was this old man in a Pontiac Trans Sport inching along, trying to go through the intersection on a red light. Well, I saw him coming and slowed right down until he finally noticed me (about 1/3 of the way across the intersection) and I leaned on the horn until I went passed him. He had a look of shock on his face, if I remember. I’m sorry, I don’t care how young or old you are, but if you make a mistake like that, get off the road.

Caitlin, I really don’t want to see you anymore, so next time you have to talk to me, no matter how brief it’s going to be, put some goddamn pants on. I was doing great not seeing your face until today. Let’s try to break that streak now, hm?