Can you believe I hit another deer on my way home tonight? Unbelievable. Poor Christy was in the front seat again. This time it wasn't as dramatic--I just clipped the deer after stopping on a dime. Christy is giving up riding shotgun with me at night. For lent? For ever
Can you say anti-lock brakes? That's a good thing.
Oh, and there's a ridiculous power struggle going on about flushing the toilet thoroughly. I'm going to bed; the last hour has been taxing on my nerves.
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