When I was in eighth grade, I was hit by a car. The car wasn't going fast and I just ended up with some stitches in the back of my head and a bruised leg. I don't remember how I walked in front of a car, but I do know that they installed a nifty crosswalk because of my accident.
Yesterday I crashed into pillar. Don't panic, please. I'm fine. Bardo's fine. Pippi was at school. The car will be fixed. Even the pillar is fine.
And I 'm reminded of how great my husband it. I was scared he was going to send me to the Arctic tundra and leave me for the wolves when he heard the news, but when I finally told him he said, "Oooo, maybe we'll get a new car." He then spent the rest of yesterday car shopping. I'm so glad I married a man who does not punish me for a mistake I'm already suffering the consequences of. I know he's "ticked," but he's being very very kind to me. And for that I'm grateful. I'm also grateful that I have strong legs for walking, a school for Pippi merely a mile away, a stroller, enough food to last until the weekend, and a nice bath tub.