Saturday afternoon and I am working in the woodshop on my daughters cabinets. Son says he is going out with his friends. These are suppose to be the clean friends, who knows. Later in the evening Dad and Mom are treating ourselves to ice cream at Sonic. The phone rings and guess who is in jail again.
The story is his friend that was driving had a burned out light and got pulled over. They ran our son's name and it came back with a warrant. Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to jail I go.
He wanted us to bail him for $250, we don't bail. I guess he sees a judge on Monday. Who knows?