One of the few days where you can say 'screw the diets' and pig out, take a nap, and do it again.

Today, my grandma decided that she wanted me to drive her around becuase she's never seen me drive before. We were almost home, I was going downhill and was going about 35 when the speed limit is somewhere around 25 i think. Along with that, i passed a sherrif's car. I realized I was speeding and slowed down, but I think it was too late. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw him turn around. He didnt chase me though (thank god). I guess he dicided to let me go, and I thank him for that, cuz i dont need any points on my driving record. but my heart was beating at a hunded miles an hour, and if the cop did pull me over, i probably would have cried.