Meddle Court vs. Redneck Princess

Meddle: (def.) To concern oneself with or take part in other people’s affairs without being asked or needed; interfere.

If meddling were a crime people could actually be punished for, I’d be living out the rest of my days in a 10-foot by 10-foot cell, serving a life sentence with absolutely no possibility for parole. For some of those crimes I would stand right up and confess my guilt. But for a handful of them I would dig my heels into the ground and emphatically proclaim my innocence!

Meddle Court vs. Redneck Princess

Count 1: Taking it upon yourself to discuss your sibling’s affairs with other members of your family without said sibling telling you it’s okay — How do you plead? "Guilty as charged."

Count 2: Trying to distract a child in mid-tantrum at the grocery store so her mother doesn’t lose what’s left of her mind in Aisle 5 — How do you plead? "Yup. Guilty of that one, too."

Count 3: Sending your friend’s husband an e-mail with the hopes of helping find peace on a delicate subject in their home — How do you plead? "Abso-friggin-lutely not guilty!!!"

Earlier this week a friend of mine shared her deepest, darkest fears with me because of some unrest in her home. The problem was that she really needed to share them with her hubby — she just couldn’t do it, though. Not because he wasn’t open to whatever she had to say, but because her emotions would take over conversations and she just couldn’t get the right words out. It’s something she’s struggled with for as many years as I can remember.

But I could get those words out. So I did.

Even though she didn’t come right out and say, "Redneck Princess! Please help me!", I knew she needed me. And that, dear jury, is what exonerates me of guilt on Count 3.