Hmmm .... believe it or not, the memory of that cop who pulled me over for doing 77.7 in a 50 just a few days ago does it for me!

See, I was alone in the car except for a couple gifts I'd just bought wedged securely (I thought) on the floor beside me - 2 Siamese fighting fish swimming in 2 big vases with 2 lovely lilies blooming out the top of them. As I pulled around to pass a transport truck, one of the vases tipped over.

Now I had a small slimy lake growing on the floor of the car - the fish flopping frantically about, the lily languishing, the truck roaring, the traffic thickening, the lanes narrowing .... and as I was leaning over the stick shift trying to grab the vase and save what was left of the water, stay in my lane and - deal with it all somehow - suddenly a cop appeared in front of me, waving me over, gun pointed straight at me.

(radar gun that is)

I was in quite the, uh, *state* by then believe me - and he, well, he was just an Angel!   He emptied his water bottle into the vase, saved the fishie AND the lily, and let me off with a warning instead of the whopping ticket my rather, uh, erratic driving at that moment could have definitely earned me!

I decided to keep the fishie, and I've named it "Mike". After him.

And just looking at him still makes me feel all warm and uh... slimey?

Inside.    :-)