Oh, and driving home the other day, I was almost at my exit, when a police car started following me. Eek! The really freaky thing was that he followed me off the freeway and even up the hill for a ways. Finally he turned off. I think my heart rate finally went back to normal. Luckily I wasn't being a speed demon on the freeway but it still freaked me. They are kind of like sharks on the road to me—silent and creepy... though I would have been happy to have a "shark" around these last two mornings with those women taking over a lane on the road. Haha.
Happy Friday! I hope everyone has great things happen for them.
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I hate when cops follow me. It always makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong...especially when (twice) I was being followed and I decided I was doing nothing wrong so I started to relax just as they turned on their lights. Argh!! One was for no front license plate (whatever) and the other was for a burnt-out headlamp. I've been paranoid ever since!
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