I think it probably all started with the car accident. Except that the morning was a bit off, too, in that I put up a wonky post addressing the question as to why women would want to expose their sensitive flesh in the dead of winter (as they do) which was a big hit in blogdania, let me tell you. (If you want all sorts of hits on your blog, be sure to include the word “secret” in your title. I’m going to do it every day from now on, mark my words.)
It was one of those things that can easily happen when backing up at the grocery store—the other car was right behind me and backing out at the same time (and, dare I add, operated by an oldster with an even older oldster in the passenger seat who no doubt told the driver all was clear when it most definitely was not) but I was all unaware b/c I am always much more concerned with the cars that are whizzing by and the little kids whose mother’s recklessly allow them free rein in a parking lot. So, anyway, we banged right into the back of each other.
Normally I just sit at my computer and read blog posts all day.
Tomorrow: the conclusion (I hope) to Snow Murder and Mayhem.