...that's why they're called accidents. Sigh. Someone ran into my beautiful precious truck today not five houses down the street from where I live. I guess it's true that most accidents will happen within a mile of your own home. Thankfully, the girl was pulling out of her parking spot and just not paying attention, so we were both going slow. No one was hurt, but my precious has a dent now. I went through about 20 emotions in 5 seconds, then locked myself out of my truck when I got out to see the damage. Sigh, again. Thank goodness my husband has an open schedule at work and was able to come home and get the spare keys, because I was on my way to therapy and had already locked up the house! Can you believe it? Steve was so cool and nice to the poor girl and her mom. He is my HERO!
knight in shining armour. Isn't it nice to have one of your very own.
Yanno, I may be sick, but everything I do, Is for when the zombies come. I swear maybe it's because I watch too many horror movies, but i'm not gonna be the stupid girl that keeps triping when she's running and can't make a head shot. 100% the reason I have a gun and 50% reason why i'm running. when the army of the living dead is knockin on my door, I'll have a nice warm scarf hand made and a gun to their face. HEAD SHOT. god i'm lame.
Posted by: Chalk | October 13, 2006 at 06:31 AM