Obstructed View

Yesterday, I took all 3 kids for a walk to the school that I taught at. It was about a 20 block walk, round trip, plus Brodie played on the playground for a while (my intentions were to wear him out). It was good to see a lot of co-workers and it was very odd being at school. I almost missed it. I think all the fresh air confused the babies and made them crabby. Cate screamed bloody murder from 7pm until we finally fed her and put her to bed shortly before 8. To make matters worse, Cailey was doing the "sympathy scream" everytime Cate would get going. Nothing like screaming in stereo!

So, my mom was nearly hit by a motorist yesterday in a crosswalk. My dad suggested that the driver did not see her (standing directly in front of her vehicle). I think back to the time in high school that my dad removed a Chippendale air freshener from my (their) Subaru's rearview mirror, claiming that it would "obstruct my view." I believe I snorted, and laughed at this shoddy excuse for my dad not approving of the G-string and bowtie clad gentlemen that gave my vehicle such a FINE aroma. Fast forward to 2004; Tom and I are finishing up our New England vacation, and trying to get the hell away from Batavia, NY as fast as possible(we'll save that story for another day). We get pulled over for speeding just outside of Buffalo. Tom gets a warning about the speed limit, and a $150 ticket for OBSTRUCTED VIEW because we had a Yankee Car Jar hanging from the mirror. My apologies to my father. Or maybe the State Trooper just did not approve of the FINE aroma coming from the car jar.