1 week ago
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Yesterday Marlowe and I were out running errands and I bought myself an organic raspberry lemonade to drink. Yummy!
It is very rare for me to buy a drink as a treat (If I buy a treat, it is chocolate.) (I also bought myself chocolate.) but I felt I was particularly worthy yesterday for no real reason and so, drink in hand, I proceeded to back out of my parking space. I shoulder checked first one way and then the other and realized there was a giant brute of a truck torpedoing my way.
Now I was never even close to an accident; I'd only backed about 2.5 inches before shoulder checking but the thought went through my head that I was very glad I checked both ways or I would have become a smudge on some over-sized tire.
My next thought was: "Gee, I'm so glad I didn't get slammed by that truck because I would totally have spilled my drink all over the car. I can't imagine how much work it would have taken to clean it all up! Pheewf!"
Uuuuummm.....right. Lucky break there. Good thing we avoided a sticky spill.
And also an inconvenient decapitation.
Or potential death.
OR MAYBE THE DEATH OF MY SLEEPING INFANT IN THE BACK WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN MOST VULNERABLE IN A REAR ENDING!
Seriously, what is wrong with me? I thought of a sticky dashboard before the life of my precious child?
I blame Obama.
Posted by Montana at 7:42 AM