Ass Hats (I Just Like That Term)

Back in the dark ages, like about six months ago or something, Jason got a ticket for driving without wearing a seat belt.

Now the darn thing is, he WAS wearing his seat belt. He was wearing his seat belt, Lily, sitting next to him was wearing her seat belt and Owen was in the back seat, properly strapped into his car seat. Gibson was yet preborn and was using his mother's seat belt as he was safely inside of her womb.

The police officer had a bit of a hardon about things and refused to acknowledge that Jason was indeed wearing his seat belt and had been wearing it since he left his yard. When Jason, who was understandably confused and shocked, tried to point this out, the officer said, "It's not my job to argue about this on the side of the road with you. I'll argue about it in court."

Or something like that.

So they fought the ticket because, well, HE WAS WEARING HIS SEAT BELT!

And they got a court date which arrived about three days after Gibson was born and Lily needed to be there because she was the witness that HE WAS WEARING HIS SEAT BELT and so they had to change the court date and today is the day.

Good Lord.

And so Mer-Mer is going to go into town today to babysit for at least Owen and maybe Gibson too, although even at nine weeks and one day, he is still an arm-baby and is in his mama's arms almost all the time if he isn't sleeping and even then, mostly. And I'm going to meet Hank for lunch because he doesn't have to be at school until 1:30 and I haven't gotten to see him in weeks.

AND Jessie's getting in today because she's playing this weekend at the Suwanee Folk Festival with her Cicada Ladies.

Busy, busy, busy.

I talked to May yesterday and she is out of town with her sweetheart, not working, and celebrating her birthday week. I think she is mostly celebrating not working, to tell you the truth. Tomorrow is her birthday and I am sure I shall wax all eloquent about that tomorrow and she won't be here which is odd, but maybe we can all get together Sunday night when she is back and Jessie is here. I'll make key lime pies. Shrimp may be involved. The wig that we all tried on at last year's May celebration will NOT be involved due to the fact that I threw it away. Or glued it back to the doll's head. I did one or the other of those things. I can't remember.

I need to go get in a walk. Walk, walk, walk. And can I say that more trash has been dumped on the path through the woods where I walk? It's infuriating. Piles of beer cans and other assorted shit and god damn it! the fucking dump place is about half a mile down the road. Come on! What sort of asshat trashy shithead drives through the woods to dump trash when the fucking dump place is right down the road?

I'd call the sheriff's office but what are they going to do? This is Jefferson County, y'all. We don't have the sort of money here to allow sheriffs the luxury of trying to figure out who's dumping their beer cans in the woods.

Jason got his ticket in Leon County where obviously there is more money and plenty of time for the police to give tickets to people for not wearing seat belts when they are wearing seat belts.

And thus I have come around to the beginning again and there you go.

Good morning.

Love...Ms. Moon