Warning!

So my life is in chaos right now. I'm sure a little dose every once in a while puts perspective in your life right? So my house is torn up because it's being painted. We've got another two days before it's done. Thankfully I'm not painting it otherwise I'd be committed to the insane asylum. I spent the day in town picking out carpet-again. I am not into this home decorating thing. I'm so worried that I'll get the "wrong" one. The one that so obviously "clashes" with everything. This is why we've yet to built a house. Not because we can't, but because I don't want to figure out all that stuff.

Another thing is I hate being late. If I'm not sitting in a pew on Sunday with 15 min to spare there's big problems. I'm not a late person. If I'm late, I chose to be late. Anyway...

So I'm driving to the school in Alex's car (not my favorite mode of transportation, but he had the suburban and it had a freezer in it-so yes, throw into the carpet buying, freezer buying). I have to get to school (I had to pick up something for scouts last minute-it's all your fault Jolene!) And I get pulled over for the first time in my entire life. In my little home town in front of the school! I'm big on setting a proper example. So I've got my kids and all my young women looking on from the school. (What a great Young Women's President I am!)

I can see the headline on The Lincoln County Chatter now. It'll be in bold under citations with my picture. Should I wait and let my dad find out when he reads the Chatter (his favorite section is the citation section) or should I brace him now for the shock? The Bishop's going to release me now on Sunday for being a bad example... All these things are going through my head.

So I give Mike (y'all know Mike) my driver's licence. "Oh, you're Alex's wife." "Yes." "We'll I know you have insurance, but I better see it just in case." (Alex sells insurance to everyone in the county). Well alas, it's expired! We'll not technically, but the card in the car is. Imagine that. I think I'm going to die on scene as all my teacher friends wave from across the rode. He gives me a warning and reminds me that I should probably get the current insurance card in the car. You don't say! I'm all smiles and thank Mike and wish him a happy day. (I'm so glad Alex knows everyone in the county).

So I go to school pick up the necessary items and drive very slowly to the church. I'm thinking the whole time if my house was not torn apart I wouldn't be stressed out and I wouldn't have been speeding! Do you think that thought is the beginning of insanity?