We interrupt this wedding for a true life story...

We are in Destin, Flordia basking in Tropical Storm Lee the sunshine but getting here may or may not be a story in the making.

We were traveling on a very skewey route due to our car's GPS, who we believe is a REAL PERSON named Pearl. She was MAD at Greg because he wouldn't take a "legal u-turn" and to her credit, she did warn him 3 times. She then decided, if we wouldn't follow her very specific directions, she was going to teach us a lesson in the form of a wild goose chase down sketchy back roads, and less than desirable neighborhoods.

We're sorry Pearl. We really are. We promise we will make a legal u-turn next time. Really, we will.

Well, while we were on Pearl's wild goose chase, we were discussing the situation at hand,and may have said a few unkind words about Pearl and her directional abilities.

Before we knew it, two lanes merged into one, and we had a choice:

A) Slow down and get behind a 85 year old man in a motor home roughly the size of a small island.

OR.....

B) Gun it and pass Grandpa.

(Being a former Northern Virginian, I think you know our choice.)

Unfortunately for us, across the street, Barney Fife was watching.

Yup, for the first time in f-o-r-e-v-e-r we got pulled over by the police.

A small little man with a napoleon complex strutted up to the car and proceeded to give us the riot act in his best Barney Fife impression.

As he went back to his cruiser, we surmised that we although we were distracted and made a poor choice, we were deserving of a ticket, and would take our lumps.

After enduring ANOTHER long lecture from Barney, he decided to have mercy on us, and gave us a warning instead of a $175 ticket.

Did I mention I have always LOVED Barney Fife?
Because I do.
I think I will watch 75 re-runs of the Andy Griffith Show just to show my sincere appreciation.

But wait!

It gets better.....

We get back on the road, and Tropical Storm Lee decided to dump a big bucket of torrential rain on us.
A big semi was acting weird- speeding up on us, slowing down, getting next to us and we got concerned that he was driving drunk or falling asleep and so we tried to get away from him.

By SLOWING down folks.
BY s-l-o-w-i-n-g..... d-o-w-n.
We learned our lesson.
Yes we did.

Then HE slammed on his brakes, in the rain, skidded a bit and got behind us.

Weird, very weird.

A few miles later and LESS THAN A HOUR after our get together with Barney Fife, a police officer comes out of nowhere AND PULLS US OVER AGAIN!!!!

Seriously???


The guy comes up to the window and says,

"SIR, ARE YOU SOBER?"

HahahaAreYouSerious..... I mean SAY WHAT???

Apparently, the semi who was driving so erratically called in OUR PLATES as a possible drunk driver.
Or it was Pearl.
We aren't sure which.

This time, the guy was normal and he realized that we had not been drinking in any way, shape, or form but checked Greg's license while we held our breath about our run-in with Barney 45 minutes before and whether THAT would lead to a trip to the CLINK.

With four girls in tow.

Haha.... sortof.

He came back and said that every officer in the county was on the lookout for a Black Escalade with our plates, so he called off the dogs.

Hey thanks. Thanks ALOT.

AND we went our our merry way.

VERY MINDFUL to follow Pearl's each and every instruction.

The End.