Sooo.. I was recently in a minor car accident.
I wasn't going to mention it because I try not to involve other people on the blog without their permission. Everyone was fine, except (of course) other ridiculous drama ensued... the kind that only follows me around. Again, I will not get into those details but I will provide this little nugget:
Immediately following the accident, I stopped on the side of a large church and the other driver could not see me. We waved for a moment, before I parked in a safe spot to exchange info. During that point he thought I had 'hit and run' from the scene. (which sounds exactly like me, because I love running...duh)
Long story short, the man ran into the police station to report that he had just been in an accident with a man, in a blue mini van.
So yes. If you're keeping track, that is now TWICE someone has looked at my face and matter-of-factly called me a man. Two times. (you'll remember when Flag Girl's aunt stood inches away from me and called me her boyfriend. Flattering but wrong.)
As you can imagine, as this info spreads like a thick black oil through the family, each member is more and more amused that I was again described as a man. Even Gramma had a pretty good giggle over it.
And of course, there was a mass text message...
Uncle Jack: Just got a disturbing message. I was told that someone looking like a Conr boy was in a car accident and then left their kids in the car. What the hell is that about?
The Commish: Who told you that?!
The Commish: oohhh. Classic!
Jackie: J (my name) may be able to explain that one.
Warhol: J looks like a boy. Was it her?
Uncle Jack: I got the message on my phone.
The Commish: Had she showered? That would explain a lot.
Me (finally, I had been trying to ignore it all): Is this actually for real??
Uncle Jack: This is just what the message said. I was just asking.
Me: Did they really say a boy? Was the message from any one of my in-laws?
Uncle Jack: They said it looked like a boy but not for sure. No it was not an in-law.
The Commish: This is by far my favorite mass text to date. I don't care if this goes on all night!
Uncle Jack: Did anyone get hurt? Is this supposed to be a joke?
Me: Hurt besides my pride? Which is continuing to take blows? Every one's fine.
The Commish: I hadn't heard of any of our MEN getting in an accident. Don't worry.. you can read all about it in the police beat tomorrow.
1. Everyone's a bleepin comedian.
2. Any one else notice my husband's blatant and uncomfortable silence during the mass text??
3. I have GOT TO start wearing make-up during the middle of the week.
4. I should never leave my house.