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Let me preface this post by saying that I almost died this morning. I’ll get to that in a bit.
Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day and the weather was awful. Now I live in North Carolina and by now, we’re supposed to be having spring, SPRING!!! Instead we had freezing rain, sleet and snow so of course everything was closed and we were stuck inside all day.
My dog, as you know, is scared of all the “crunch” when he goes out in ice and snow so predictably, he dumped on the sidewalk because god forbid he walk the extra 6 inches into the grass.
So I woke up and got dressed and went to take out the dog. When I got to the front door I saw that my Uggs had been moved. Now Kevin and I were asleep so that only left the dog and the cat as the culprits. The Uggs are actually larger than Butterscotch so that meant that Tucker was up to something.
He was. He ate the shoelaces. My Uggs have long, leather shoelaces and I supposed Tucker has watched “Lady and the Tramp” one too many times and he thinks they’re spaghetti so he ate them. Well, either that or he’s actually campaigning for me to put him to sleep. Believe me, I’m actually considering it.
Then I went and got the paper, had my breakfast and set off to go spinning. The roads seemed pretty fine although wet but when I got to this one light I hit a patch of black ice and “holy shit” my car just started sliding.
Normally this would be no big deal but I was sliding down a hill into a major road. Oh yeah, and there were four cars coming. So I figured I would get broad sided and that would be the end of me but just before I got to the road my tires grabbed and I stopped.
Man I miss my old car. I know that they say that on ice it doesn’t matter but this shit never happened in my LandCruiser or Lexus … just saying.
So then I informed Kevin that he was lucky I wasn’t dead and he wasn’t as thrilled as you would think leading me to believe that I’m totally unappreciated in my family.
I made it home fine and now I’m here and I’m at the computer writing this here post and I bet you guys appreciate me.
Here are some thoughts though:
Where is the plane?
Why can’t they get their information correct?
How can they keep changing their minds?
Why do I care?
How come people make a big deal of only having one space after a period? When I took typing in high school (yes, that was actually a course back then) two spaces were mandatory. Do you know how difficult a habit that is to break? If you’re used to two spaces it’s difficult to go to one.
Why are my fish so fucking massive?
Do I need a new tank?
Do you wanna hear about the tigers?