So, I am sorry I haven't posted for awhile. I am not dead. Although, technically, I could be!!! Haha, I wrote that with a laugh. Anyway, there's no easy way to put this, so here goes. This week I was hit by a car. No, not in my car. I mean ME. Hit by a car. My delicate, darling body. And it is dear to me, it's the only one I've got. Crazy, no?
SO, I was walking across a parking lot after a girl scout meeting. Suffice it to say, he was going fast, wasn't looking, and I was like a deer in the headlights. Literally. I didn't have time to move, and I got to know the grille of his car very well.
I am sore, VERY SORE, oh so sore, but somehow, okay. Just going to the doctor and having some exams/tests done to make sure all is well.
The miraculous part, is that I didn't have my kids with me. I went to the meeting with all three, but the girls decided to catch a ride with someone else, and CRAZILY Gary called me and said, "Hey, I finished my mtg (WHICH NEVER HAPPENS), how about I come and pick up Jack?" So that's why I didn't have a baby in my arms when this happened.
I am being lighthearted in this post, because enough time has officially gone by that we can now make jokes about it. Plus, I'm not dead, so that helps. It's so much harder to make jokes about a dead person.
Lightheartedness aside, it was really quite horrible, and upsetting, and I'm glad that I am fine. So just give me a couple more days and I will get back into the swing of things. I think. Until then, here is a picture for you: