A milkshake from Dairy Queen. That’s the ticket! Oh boy!!  A reward for a week of mindful eating and exercise.

No wait. That reason for eating is what has me struggling with food choices.

I’ll just go home-change lanes. Red and blue flashers. That’s a ticket. Oh no!

Officer inquires if I’m OK to have changed lanes so abruptly. I just need to go home I mumbled. License, registration and proof of insurance. I explain my purse is in the trunk.

Trunk is full of Good Will rejects. But I find license and registration but no insurance card in the glove box.

There it is. Whew! Happy to see that card i. Oops! It’s expired.

Hello Hubby can you send me a copy of our newest card on my phone. Don’t know how we did it?! The technology gods were with us.

Here comes the ticket. A warning. That’s the ticket. Hurray! A learning experience . A reminder to keep things organized (and don’t carry insulin needles in your glove box. They freak cops out!)

All’s well that ends well!