In the intonation of one of the great humanitarians of our time, I ask;"Can you say hit and run?"
HA! Bet you didn't see that one coming?...Get it, hit and run, "see that one coming"?....Hello McFly? Is this Mic on?
O.K. I've told my mom, the x-rays came back fine, so here it is.
I was at my daughter Griseldas school's fall fair. Left early, running for a bus, with the walk sign in my favor an impatient cabbie decided the light wasn't red enough for him.
He tried to mow me down, I jumped, nothing broken. Just purpled, and swollened (If they aren't real words they should be. Seriously, say them outloud, they're fun). However I am sore, and stiff, and 42. Most of which I blame on the cabbie.
But now I'm back...for the 3 of you that care. Also, I've learned a valuable life lesson.
Almost dying doesn't teach you shit! Other than, who wants to be dead?
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