Let Me Tell You a Story...

One not very stormy night, not very long ago, actually, just Sunday night, Randon was working at Volunteers of America. He works the weekend nights and doesn't get home till about 12:30 am. So you can imagine, by that time, I am warm, snug in my bed. This particular Sunday night, well, really Monday morning, at about the time I expected to hear the garage door open signifying my sweetheart's return, I instead heard Earth Wind & Fire's classic tune, "Shining Star". At first I started to do a little dance, but then I remembered it was my ringtone, so I answered my phone. "I ran out of gas," is what I heard. "Huh? What?" I'm a little confused and tired at this point. But I learned I had to rescue my loved one from the side of the freeway. Don't ask me how he ran out of gas in a new truck with all of the technology that tells you down to the mile how much gas you have left. Luckily we have a new room mate in our home, my sister in law Chantel is living with us, so at least I didn't have to wake Easton up to come with me. After finding a gas can, driving in circles to find a gas station and spilling gas everywhere, I was off to the rescue. And rescue him I did. We started the trek homeward, I followed Randon.  We were about, oh, halfway home, when I see flashing red and blue lights in my rear view mirror. I knew precisely why. You see, my registration expired in December. As a matter of fact, all three of our cars' registrations expired in December. What the heck? How did we manage to buy three cars all in December? Anyway, I had a huge crack in my windshield thanks to some trucker. So. Due to a lack of funds, we had not yet replaced said windshield. Nor proceeded to get the car inspected. All leaving me in the previously described situation. Pulled over in the middle of the night. The officer came up to my window and stated the obvious reason he pulled me over. I began to explain my situation, but as soon as the words "My husband lost his job..." came out of my mouth, I started bawling. Now, I did NOT want to be a stereotypical female that uses waterworks as a means of avoiding disciplinary action. I tried to convey that to the officer who left to check my license. I managed to calm down and when he came back he said he understood being out of work, and I didn't get a ticket. But it scared me into getting a windshield asap.  The very next morning I scheduled a windshield replacement, which made me cry inside a little, as we don't really have the funds for a $200 piece of glass. But heck, I wasn't getting pulled over again. Fast forward to this morning, as we are taking the Jeep to be inspected. Suddenly I have a little inspiration. "Don't new cars only have to be inspected every two years?" Randon was in the Jiffy Lube at this point and when I asked him, we discovered that, no, we did not need an inspection this year. Wait a minute, no...that doesn't mean then...yeah. WE DIDN'T HAVE TO BUY A WINDSHIELD. Why, people, why?  My inspiration comes a little too late. Grrrr. I'm so frustrated. The moral of the story? Don't run out of gas in the middle of the night! Maybe not. Maybe we should all rally to get rid of the whole registration idea. I think its dumb. Anyway, things have to start looking brighter, right? RIGHT! :)