Got in a car wreck this morning . . .
Guy ran a red light, at rush-hour, at a busy intersection.
Then I mentally ran through the Hallelujah chorus of happy* since the other driver and I (1) walked away (2) seemingly unharmed, give or take some sore muscles and splintered nerves.
*I'm Episcopalian, so my version of this is entirely off-key and awkwardly whispered, with a sprinkling of gin over the chorus.
So is it very wrong of me that my first thought thereafter, as I stood quivering and slightly wild-eyed, surrounded by Austin's gallant emergency services heroes, was not about the apparent demise of my beloved Prettymobile (although = SUCKAGE), but:
. . . .
"AWESOME, this would be the day I leave the house without doing my hair or makeup!"
PS - If you're wondering whether this puts an end to yesterday's karmic taunting, well -um - yes. For now. Hmmph.