A poem for you.

You might think that you're special,
You might think you're a star.
But have you ever crunched the back
Of your own now-damaged car?


Some people run over squirrels,
Or a speed-bump at the mall.
But I prefer a tougher foe:
A menacing brick wall.


19 years of perfect driving gone forever. Add one frazzled mom trying to leave a playgroup with two tired boys and you get this:



Nice, eh? I could have been worse, I guess. Nothing is "broken", just a bit ugly. The mechanic can't fit us in until mid-November, so there's lots of time to mock me for this mishap.

Chris, the lovely husband, took one look at my face and didn't say a thing. Wasn't that nice!?

However, I plan on taking a lot of abuse at home this weekend. Thanks "Brick in Dawall" for starting off the mockery a day early. It's not like YOU haven't driven into things... say... a parked car?!?! In your boss' Lexus?!


Happy Thanksgiving to all. Sunday, we'll be at the cottage for the annual pig-out bonanza. Saturday we will be sans-Chris, who is driving on to Toronto for the JEOPARDY try-outs!! He made it through the first round and now has to do the studio test. Sooooo exciting. He has some serious voids in his knowledge base, such as religion, literature, poetry, most science, etc., but we'll hope for "Rivers of the World", "Sports Nicknames" and "Beers".


Smooches.