The last few days have felt a little like this (brought to you via YouTube). I’ll spare you the gory details with one exception: The Girlchild had her second car accident. A small fender bender type of thing, but possible injuries to (and I am not making this up) the passenger in the other car, a 72 year old woman who was being driven home from the doctor, where she had gone to be examined because she had two cracked ribs. Now I’m asking you, how can you differentiate the possible before and after in this case? The seatbelt locked, which worried the other driver. So, police, police reports, the whole shebang. Much of tomorrow will be taken up with putting out fires.
Her last accident was a year ago, almost to the day. Tomorrow we’ll find out if she keeps her license. I’m not sure what to hope for.
In other, happier news, a good friend sent me a whole bag of dark chocolate Kit Kats (along with lots of other goodies). Which I have hidden so I don’t overdose. And finally, Paperback Writer made me snort gingerale with this post.