You know, looking at a photograph of myself is always an interesting and somewhat humbling experience.
In a photo, I never quite look the way that I imagine I look.
Where did those lines around the eyes come from? Do my hips really look like that?
Ah well.
The other day, I received an interesting photograph that surely has me pondering some things.
Here, I'll share the photo with you, my fabulous readers, so you can see what I'm talking about.
It is a fun photo of me driving! Isn't that neat! A perspective one doesn't often get.
Look at me...intense expression on my face. Hands firmly at ten and two. Or maybe more like eleven and one, but no matter.
That's a concentrated and skillful driver, no?
Yup, that photo was kindly mailed to me by the Superior Court of the county where I live.
Wasn't that sweet?
It appears they are of the belief that I didn't stop fully before making a right turn at a red light into a very busy intersection.
And so for the luxury of a faboo photo of me behind the wheel, I was charged $500.
I'm *ever* so pleased about that. Tickled pink. And other euphemisms I can't think of right now to sarcastically convey that I'm not very pleased AT ALL!
Next step: onward to driving school. Yay me.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate red light cameras? Oh I really hate them.
