Busted for Pot

Bad, bad weekend. The wife went out of town and left me with all the kids again. And what did I do? I got in a wee bit of trouble. Just figures. Everything started out ok. Well that isn't really the truth either. I wasn't able to move my friggin arm all weekend. I go to the damn witch doctors for a little scrape on my finger and they give me a shot of some tetanus voodoo that has paralyzed my entire arm. I was tossing and turning all night. I could not lift my arm over my head. Unbelievable.

So, anyway, I have the kids all Saturday and most of Sunday. On Saturday was the action. I took the girls to a friends house so that friend could take them to a party. That was fine. I came home and played with the little monsters. Gave the baby a nap and thought I was a great dad. Then the friend changes plans and can't bring the girls home. So I need to go get them. I pack the little ones up and pick up enough toys to get out of the driveway. The place is only 12-15 miles away. Not to far. I get about half way there when one of my little angels in the way back of the vehicle tells me she can't strap her seatbelt in. I tell her to keep trying. She does. We get a little further and she asks me if the policeman is going to arrest her. I thought she had figured it out. I tell her to keep seated, keep trying and that there are no policemen around us. She tells me that when she was not all the way in her seat, she was turned around a little bit and saw the police man that is right behind me. What????? As soon as I realize she is correct, the lights are on. Of course I am on a back road with no where to turn around. I drive a little farther looking for a street to turn down. I finally find one. Johnny Law comes ambling up to the rig. I dig for the license and tell little angel to sit still and not move. He approaches cautiously. He introduces himself and tells me he is pulling me over for pot. What did you say???? Pardon?? He repeats that he is pulling me over to inform me that I have been driving for 10 miles with a cooking pot on my rear bumper. Ohhhh. THAT POT. OK. Thanks smokey. No speeding, no unrestrained child, just an ordinary everyday cooking utensil hanging out on the bumper. He laughs and goes on his merry way. Close call.

Sunday was a little better. We wrapped up the weekend with a little grilling on the new Weber. The kids thanked me. I told them, don't thank me, thank Weber. I took it easy on the grill machine. Just burgers and dogs. He told me to bring the challenge next time. I called about crabs today. I think this is the latest in the season I have waited. Prices still outrageously high. I wouldn't have even called but there was an article in the paper saying now is a good time for crabs so I figured they must be right. They weren't. I waited.