So this is a totally true story, not embellished by me in any way.  And it is completely maddening.  Absolutely.

Returning the RV to Fort Collins yesterday (what???  I forgot to tell you we rented an RV to tour the Black Hills, with dogs and child and various and sundry items of necessity???  Well then, I guess I know what I’ll be writing about later tonight.  Tune back in later.)

So, as I was writing…returning said RV to Fort Collins, I was driving the brand new (not so much anymore, but it rhymes) red, fast Subaru and Mr. Man’s Man was driving the RV.  I was behind by about 20 or so minutes and needed to catch up.  My cruise control was set at 70 mph.  Speed limit being 65 mph there.  As the State Patrol passed me I started hyperventilating, had both hands clenched tightly to the steering wheel, stared straight ahead and tried to act like a very, very good little driver.  I didn’t stop hyperventilating until he was at least a mile in the distance, just a speck in the mirror.  And then went on my merry way.

Mr. Man’s Man, on a roll yesterday, asked me when we met up in Fort Collins if I’d seen the State Trooper.  I said yes and proudly described how I’d been only driving a teensy, eensy weensy little bit over the speed limit and I didn’t get stopped!!! Yeah me!!

And do you know what Mr. Man’s Man/Woman’s Man/Everyman/Superman then told me???@?#?#  He said he’d been driving 80 mph (80, eighty, 80@!!!!!) when he passed the trooper who, and you are NOT going to believe this, flashed his lights at Mr. Man’s Man, waved a little wave and KEPT DRIVING!!!!!!!  What the flip is that about?????????????   I am not kidding you.  True story. 

And with that, I’m off to Laramie for the munchkin’s soccer game.  One more consequence of ranch life.  Soccer games are played far, far away, in distant lands necessitating LOTS of time in the car.  Wish me luck.  Obviously my luck yesterday will not hold out much longer.  I’ll let you know how it goes.