Speeding? Who me?

Okay, so Natalie and I were on the way home from Target. I was speeding (no, really!). There was a copper. On a motorcycle. I did not see said policeman. He zoomed in right behind me. I slowed down (duh), but still speeding just a bit (5MPH over), I refused to give him the benefit of the doubt that I was going to go the speed limit just because he was behind me. He followed me a bit. I looked to Natalie and said, "If I get pulled over and get a ticket, get my phone out." Natalie said, "Your phone? Why?" I said, "Because I am going to twitter it right from the side of the road if I get a ticket!" Natalie says, "You are going to twitter that you are getting a ticket?" I said, "Yeah." She just looked at me and shook her head. I am not sure exactly what that meant.

For the record -- no speeding ticket! (finding something made of wood to knock on -- my arm? I am Velvet Wood (although Natalie says I cannot knock on myself because I am fake wood -- whatever, Natalie!)