Tickets In Texas

The lovely Cav

I don't do memes. Only for Cav, a survivor of Hodgkins lymphoma who despite having fought off cancer, apparently doesn't need any sleep whatsoever and who likes to email me in the middle of the night with questions about HTML and CSS templates.

And, to top it all off, she lives in Texas.

So, for the meme. The instructions are as follows:

1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Post the fifth sentence of closes or closest to it.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 other people to do the same.

This is it, the fifth sentence of my twenty-third post.

The roads were lined with officers ticketing people for speeding violations, and we got two in a 24-hour period.

Yes we did. Or rather, Doug did. The tickets came during that terrible drive we made across Texas in preparation to pump our child full of poison, and next thing we're in Memphis and Steven is doing chemo and sick as a dog and I'm a sobbing wreck most of the time and we're getting courtesy notices in the mail. From the lovely state of Texas.

Here is our secret-- we never took care of those tickets. Probably hanging on the wall of police stations in the Dallas area are photos of Doug and me and Sean and pale, bald Steven, the family who dared to drive 8 miles an hour over the posted speed limit, in Dallas of all places.

Life has gone on-- we've renewed our driver's licenses and registered our cars and no Texas State Troopers have come a-knocking on our door.

Yet.

- Kathleen