Because, it just might mean that something less than stellar is going on in my life.
Like, getting rear-ended while I was driving my husbands practically brand new car.
I think I’d like to proceed with the word NIGHTMARE, and follow that with a few bullet points. Like this:
- Getting rear-ended causes all kinds of panic upset. Especially when one is rear-ended in the desert. On vacation. In another state. And,
- the fool who wasn’t paying attention and rear-ended your husbands car, rendering it un-drivable doesn’t even apologize.
- when it happens your husband is in a conference and you have to interrupt, breaking the news that:
- his car is crashed and has to be towed.
- that he has to leave important conference, rent a car and then come and get me because it’s 110 degrees outside and I’m dying. And crying. And my back hurts.
- his car is crashed.
The plus side to this story is that no one was seriously hurt and my husband has been nothing but wonderful to me, which is very admirable considering. Everything. The other plus side is…..well, I’m going to have to think about that for a little while longer.
Isn’t it convenient that one of MamaKat’s prompts today happened to lend itself to telling this story?