So, today I had to run out to the store. On the way out I swung by my parents to say hello and pick up a rather large bag of Central Market's flour tortillas that my mom grabbed for me on her last run. Friends, these tortillas are might delicious if you have a Central Market near you. So, yes we stock pile ridiculous amounts tortillas in our freezer and pretend it's normal.
Then, I'm heading back home chatting on the phone and what do you know I look in my rear view mirror and I'm getting pulled over.
Is it just me or does anyone else get extremely nervous being pulled over? And no I have nothing to hide.
So, I'm sitting on the side of the road (with a suspicious amount of tortillas beside me) waiting for him to come to the window while trying to A. Not cry and B. Stop shaking. I suddenly realize I've only had a half of a sad protein bar for breakfast and it's now 5:00 so that's probably not helping the nerves any. But the sweet officer probably thinking I was late to a mexican fiesta only gave me a warning for my absent front bumper license plate. It flew off during an accident 3 years ago and apparently it does need to go back on despite the collison repair place morons that insisted it did not. So whew.
And yes, I stopped at a mexican resaurant on the way home for some guacomole to go with a few of those tortillas.
It was a good day.