Today was sister Anne and sister Melissa's graduations from Oakland U. (Congrats ladies!) So we loaded up April's Grand Prix and hit the road. My mom had called the night before to let us know that my cousin Emily was going to be visiting and that she really wanted to meet baby O.
Congrats Emily you were the first extended Bier family member to meet and interact with Liv! Don't let it go to your head... :)
fyi- Olivia doesn't seem to be a Cher fan.
Of course by the time we had left "The Hilton" we were late. So I took it upon myself to make up some time by using my handy lead foot. Mid-eighties in a seventy mile per hour expressway isn't too bad, but unfortunately the police officer didn't agree.
-Austin, this is the second time your "magic" sticker has failed us. For shame.-
I can't fault the guy for doing his job. And to be fair I WAS speeding. But it still sucks. Also he was probably the most abrupt police officer April or I had ever dealt with.
No asking if I knew why he was pulling me over.
No asking why I was speeding.
Just, "License. Registration. Proof of insurance. I read you going 84 in a 70." And he walked away.
This is my third moving violation in my twelve years of driving. I've got a lot of work to catch up to April's thirteen.