Working overtime

File this under: things I wish my mother-in-law had told me…

My sweet wife is not a good driver. She once got two speeding tickets within the span of 30 minutes. Every day when she drives me to work, I say a thousand silent little prayers. God’s Traffic Angels are working double-overtime with her.

The latest example…we were riding to work yesterday, talking about various things like our trip to Kansas City for her friend Katie’s wedding, when we approached an innocent-enough-looking stoplight. We were a good 500 feet from said light when it turned a nice yellow color. We were about 100 feet from the light when it turned red.
Neither of these color changes made an impression on my dear wife, who sailed right through the intersection.

As is Chelsea’s luck, a police officer happened to be waiting patiently on the cross street for the light to change. He fulfilled his duty by writing Chelsea a nice little ticket. I’m glad he decided not to follow us, because he probably could fill his ticket quota for the month just by tailing Chelsea around the Metroplex.

So marriage is wonderful, and I love my wife more than words can say, but there’s one thing I wish Momma Hud had impressed on me before our wedding, and that is how horrible a driver Chelsea is and how lucky she is to have those traffic angels watching over her…even if those angels are powerless against ticket-writing patrolmen.