They say you never forget your first time . . .

. . . and I suspect that's true. Today was my first time. I know that's probably hard to believe, but it's true. Really, after all this time, I was thinking - hoping! - that it might never happen. I know what you're thinking: "How can today have been your first time with all those kids you have?" Let me assure you, the kids have nothing to do with it.

Anyway, so, yeah, today was my first time. The guy was actually very nice, very courteous . . . although I didn't get his name. But the whole thing was over pretty quickly, and it wasn't nearly as traumatic as I always imagined it would be. I always figured I would cry if and when it ever happened, because I tend to be a big, emotional crybaby like that. But no tears, no pleading on my part, we just got down to business, and then it was over and I was on my way.

Yes, I got my very first ticket today. A speeding ticket. For doing 41 mph in a 25 mph zone :( The truth is, I really didn't know the speed limit was only 25, although I realize ignorance is no excuse. I saw the motorcycle cop a second or two too late. While I honestly didn't know if I was speeding, I'm kind of in the habit of hitting my brakes and slowing down when I see a speed trap (doesn't everyone do that?), but it was too late, he got me. Right as I passed him, he pulled behind me, flashing his lights. Damn. I've been driving for 23 years, and this is my first ticket ever. And the worst part? I can no longer gloat to Michael that I've never gotten a ticket.