HAHA! I win, Jar of Pickles!

I'm bruised and tired, but I finally got the top off. And by that point I didn't even want a pickle anymore. I just wanted a nap. But I ate one anyway, out of spite.

This weekend I had two encounters with The Law, as I like to call the friendly neighborhood Constable On Patrol. See...after my sister's high school's football game I was in charge of driving her best friend and boyfriend of sorts over to the school to meet her....So I decided, being, as we were, in the fine city of Jonesboro and the parking lot filled with young hoodlums, that it would be pretty funny for the three of us to pimp the parking lot in the ole Mini while blasting out the speakers to some hardcore rap...So I lean my seat back, turn up the volume, and start driving. I only made it around once before a cop appeared out of nowhere and asked me to please stop cruising the parking lot....Everybody laughed like a bastard....

Cop encounter #2 was slightly less exciting. Loitering, basically....No story there.

But the football game reminded me of how much I really didn't like high school. I DID, however, get the digits from 2 handsome young (and by "young" I mean 13 and 16) men and was told I have the greatest girl voice ever...which isn't true, but I thought it was an interesting thing to have said to me. After the game we all went to Waffle House (b/c that's what you do after a game) where Georgia and I slow-danced to My Girl....very romantic....

I think that's about all that happened. Are you tired of me yet?

Of course you aren't.
Love,
The Smash