It's Not Every Day One Finds A Flaming Vehicle Between Oneself and Home in the Middle of the Night

And twice in a lifetime is enough for me. I can't believe it happened again! What's with that lonely, dark and desolated, twisty, hilly, heavily forested, country highway that makes young kids smash into trees so badly that their cars explode? I'll never know.

I'm just thankful that this time the youngster behind the wheel wasn't going 90 miles an hour and actually had time to escape. Because as much as I am enamoured by fire, it's just no fun when the fuel of the flames is Jeep and you know that someone's very, VERY recently deceased body is buring to a crisp inside of it. The poor girl kept going on about how pissed her parents we going to be at her. I just held her close to try to calm her as I looked over her shoulder at the firebomb of a car that she had been driving about 10 minutes before and reassured her that, no, her parents were going to be really, really ecstatic that she was out in the middle of the road and not in the wreckage of her former automobile. You gotta figure that as bad as some parents might be, funerals are way more expensive than deductibles.

That's it. Sorry. I'm trying to get onto a "writing everyday whether anyone cares to read or not" track. But don't hold me to that. So I don't really have a tidy ending to this post. I hope to develop the whole intro/grabber + cantstopreading exposition + wrap it all up in a nice shiny red bow ending = I didn't just waste someone's 10 minutes on the internet package that I somehow feel I should be doing.

Just that I need to go to bed. Or at least I need to go listen to more Kansas! Which is what I will probably be doing till my kids wake up and demand pancakes. Because it's Friday and that can only mean one thing. Last night mommy worked and she has mad CASH, so let's live it up! Seriously, my son's like, "You can buy me a PSP now Mom! And I'm like, "Well, theoretically I could. But then none of us will be able to eat for a few days, the electric will be cut off and the mortgage company will forclose on our house." Then I get the whole eyes glazing over look and he goes back to frog hunting in the backyard. Yeah, that's what I thought kid!