Momma is going to the Pokey!

Ok, so anyway I here is the situation, Friday evening I decide to go to the store for the ever anticipated people magazine that comes out every friday, unfortunately this is what I have been reduced to. Gone are the days of running around all weekend with my friends, I dont go to movies, there are no dinner dates anymore all I have left is the friday quiet evening after I get my numerous children off to bed I relax with my People. But anyway, IM driving down sherwood blvd, sherwood oregon the scenario is this, 3 way stop at 3rd and pine these greasy meth-head looking outfit in a beat up old truck decide they don't have to wait their turn, they nearly plow into me, so I honk my horn to let them know I am presently in the middle of the street. They proceed to tailgate me all up sherwood blvd. Well, taking the rare opportunity I have of no children with me I decide to give the scary meth head people a nice good Ole fashion brake-check, They nearly drill me, scares the woman...this is what slays me they proceed to follow me all over sherwood waiting for me to stop so that they may accost me, Thinking to myself perhaps I didn't think this threw completely, I did just have my 7th baby, my 3rd C-section just 3 weeks before, perhaps I don't need to be in a brawl with scary people, apparently this couple with room temperature I.Q. decide that since I have a National Rifle Association sticker on my back window, that perhaps I could be "packing heat" Never mind I look like some kind of soccer mom in my mini-van or I would be a soccer mom if I weren't too lazy, but anyway, they decide to quit following me but rather call the police on me. The police pay me a visit when I am back home sitting in my chair feeding the baby, there is a knock at the door, my husband comes in..hhmmm he doesn't look very amused by his wife's hi jinks, go figure!

Billy: "The door is for you"

Me: "Oh the nerve!"

Officer: eyeballing me surrounded by my many female children, "may I speak to you out here for a minute?"

Me: "But of course" I shut the door behind me.

Molly: (my seven year old) "daddy? Why are the police talking to momma?"

Morgan: (my 8 year old with an overactive imagination, and the girl in the picture) " It's OBVIOUS! Mom's getting Arrested!

Billy: "No she isn't, they are just talking"

Morgan: "I bet you 5 bucks she gets arrested"

Needless to say, once again I escaped going to the pokey, the other people were off their nut to call the police and my wonderful powers of persuasion once again prevailed as the young officer saw it my way. Now pay the man Morgan!