One's Crawling Up My Leg Conversations With Hubster: Valkyrie: Great, another movie preview with a bar-coded-post-apocalyptic-human-theme. %%%% Valkyrie: Maybe we should get out the blanket. &&&& So anyway, we got a call from the MIL and the wayward BIL W has been located, so Hubster didn�t have to drive down to Tucson to look for him. MIL didn�t offer any explanation as to where he was, and Hubster didn�t ask. What we did learn was that W�s previous DUI was over 7 years ago and outside of the statute of limitations. However, because this DUI was considered �extreme�, his license was taken away. The car itself was impounded but since now the fines for impound are very high (as well as the installation and the monthly fee for the interlock breathalyzer), W decided to abandon the car, which will now by sold at auction. When W does have to report for jail, not only will he have to pay a fine and court costs and lawyer�s fees, he also has a pay a �jail fee�, essentially room and board fees for being in jail. Makes me glad I don�t go out drinking anymore, and if I did, Hubster would be doing the driving anyway. I suppose there are a couple of locations that we could stagger home from if we really felt the urge, but one of them is just too damn scary. Not Harley riders scary, more like ptomaine-catching scary. And now that it�s November, I should be typing away at the NaNoWriMo, but all I have so far is this: Christ in a sidecar. That�s the first line. I think it works; it�s fairly universal. And that�s 4 words. Out of 50K. Gads. I should get to work.
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