I thought you lived with LeeLoo... so why were you in Plymouth today? Out bumming or slumming?

Well, I do wish you'd continued on your merry way and left me alone. What were you doing shadowing that semi truck, where I couldn't see you? For two whole blocks! And don't you know you should ALWAYS let ladies go first?

What was that?
Now wait just one second buster... I AM TOO A LADY!

At least I outsmarted you by hitting the gas and not the brakes when I saw you... otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this blog. No, I'd probably be lying on my back sucking air out of some tube counting the holes in the ceiling tile. Instead I'm sitting on my couch with several ice packs on my back, typing this note. Though, moving my car so that traffic didn't have to cross the center line to get around was a trick. The office folk said they'd never seen a tire turn like that.

And thank you for trying to talk the officer out of the citation. That was quite gentlemanly thing to do, even though I knew it was coming. I know you didn't see me either, but I had the stop sign.

And I owe a great big thank you to that kind Mr. Undapantz fella who stopped by to help this damsel in distress. Otherwise, I might have been severely distressed vs calm and collected.

But, Mr. Furburt, why did you have to follow me home? Hadn't you had enough fun today? I got home to find out you'd stolen all my ice. That's worse than nearly totalling my car! I REALLY could use a martini or three. But now I have vodka, but no ice. I even have garlic stuffed olives, but again, no ice. I could put the bottle in the snow bank, but how do I know you won't run off with it? I suppose Irish Cream and hot coco would work, but that's really no pain killer. Hmmmm... hot coco and Malibu? Guess that'll have to do.

OH FIE you again Furburt... you've taken away my opportunity to tease and twirl this weekend! OH POO POO POO!

What was that?

Yes please may I have another? Anyone have any Vicadin?