Speeding

Lyla's on another antibiotic due to an ear infection. If it's not better in three weeks she gets an x-ray. I didn't share this with her because an x-ray sounds like a reward.

On the way to Target to pick up her prescription, I got a speeding ticket. I'd like to take this opportunity to compliment the officer for his tireless efforts to keep the streets safe from people like me. I was going 48 in a 35 along with every other car on the road, but I was also driving a gray 2002 Toyota Corolla and listening to public radio: difficult for the fuzz to ignore.

I'm actually not bitter. My last speeding ticket was when I was 19, and in the 12 years since then I've sped pretty much constantly. It's been well worth it.

So then back at home, after some snacks and some running around, Lyla took a nap and woke up four hours later. Four hours! I believe that is a record.

On another subject, Julie came home and said, "When I tell you I'm feeling nauseous, do you--"

"Want to correct you because the correct word is nauseated?"

"Yeah! Someone at work corrected me today, and I told her I wasn't sure you knew that rule."

"So you were feeling nauseated, and she decided it was time to correct your grammar?"

"That's why you haven't told me?"

"Since we're on the subject of nausea correctness, it's also better to vomit in the toilet than the sink."

"At least I've never gotten a speeding ticket."