If my life were any more dysfunctional we would live in a trailer.
My husband and I are finally walking out of the debris, that has been the entirety of the past two weeks. *whew*
Our staph infections are healing up, only leaving a small crater in my husband's face, ruining his prospective modeling career and the large lesion on the back of my leg. I guess it's only JC Penney ads for me now.
I went to the judge to talk about my tickets, hopefully lessening the payment on one of them...he wasn't there. I write out my argument and hear my named called, it's like getting manna from heaven as I see this middle age, white haired man amongst women. I know that this is the answer to the question and yet, he doesn't look overly happy to see me like I him. He looks more and more disapprovingly at me as he reads my file.....Then the lecture begins...*insert legitimate tears* the judge telling my husband to stop talking *insert more tears*....security guard handing me tissues...and whala! The $900 ticket is gone! *End Scene*
Anyway, I have my car back ($250), I have my license back ($35), I have paid my tickets ($350), and all I got was this stinking t-shirt.
PS My teachers have been more than lenient for my work being late... Hallelujah!
what...the...heck! i would die if i had to pay all that money. at least you got outta the 900--those tears must've been tears of gold. :P (gimme some)
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