I let out huge sigh this morning when the pantyhose I wanted to wear to work had a huge hole in the leg. (Yes, some of us still wear hose from time to time).
"Awww Man!", I said.
"What's wrong?", asked the kiddo.
I just smiled and told her it was no biggie, Mommy had better find something else to wear. I'd hate to let her think something so minor was something to get dramatic about. In the grand scheme of things, this sort of thing is no biggie. However, when you're having one of those mornings, it seems huge. I was about to be reminded where the hole in the hosiery fit into the grand scheme of things.
I left the house using the same route I use every morning.
Right turn off my street.
Left turn onto big street.
I got t-boned. It was my fault. There was a Metro bus sitting at the bus stop. I thought I had taken a good look beyond it, before I made my turn....apparently not. I was lucky that neither of us were injured. Our vehicles weren't so lucky. Mine is in the shop as I type this and a shiny rental car is in my driveway. I'm not so sure about the other guy. Even though I was at fault, he was the one getting tickets - no license, no insurance, who knows what else. He was even borrowing the car from a friend, so I am sure he's in hot water with that person. I feel really bad about the whole thing. Of course, my insurance is going to LOVE me. Big time. But, I have to admit...it kinda puts things into perspective.
I'm feeling a bit sore, so no running for me today. Maybe tomorrow will be better.