So, in a series of improbable and stupid events last night, my father managed to run him self over with his pick-up last night.
His truck broke down so they were pushing it, it started to roll, do he dove for the wheel, fell, hit his head, and the tire went over his leg and foot.
According to him (and to the paramedics who drive him home!) he's fine, just bruised and scraped.
All of which came out during a conversation an hour ago about why he renewed his AAA last night.
Jesus effing Christ I can't even.
Today is the enormous gothy yard sale. Wish me many sales, and no drama. (It's full of goths, there's a chance of drama.)
Sales up drama down ~ma, Jilli!
Good lord, brenda. I'm glad he's okay, but that is just wow.
link, Anne?
Grey's: I was doubtful that I'd be into this season with no more Yang, but I'm liking
secret half-sister and all the drama she promises.
-t, I could have sworn I embedded the link in my post, but I screwed up the coding. It's fixed, but here's the link: [link]
Sorry about that!
I am totally bookmarking that.
So, in a series of improbable and stupid events last night, my father managed to run him self over with his pick-up last night.
As I recall, Cindy did the same thing to herself. While she was pregnant.
Oh Brenda! All's well that ends well, but it's one of those incidents that are funnier the further you're removed from the participants, I suppose.
I'm sitting out in my backyard, enjoying a thoroughly beautiful day. Alas that I have no popsicles.
Slept really late, ugh. No Farmer's market for me. I was awakened by the Elks, in their field across the street, having their Bluegrass festival. At least this time it's music I kinda enjoy.
I have conquered the coffee table! And washed the kitchen windows (it's the time of year the sun highlights their relative filth best.) Front room table is a fucking nightmare, but maybe this evening.
Nothing wrong with starter or battery, always good to know, just a case of the old car blues. The mechanic reminded me that I do need to get the heater seal looked at, so that's my next Friday scheduled.
And Hubby's drugs were handed over to a table full of people so young and enthusiastic that I wanted to check their IDs before handing over narcotics. I've still got some bottles of heavy stuff, but it's not like two dozen bottles of stuff.
and it's raining beautifully.
