Tuesday, it was rolling stones. Yesterday, it was rolling catastrophes.
First of all, The Squire had to go in for an MRI on Tuesday, which took an hour and a half of lying flat on his back, with his arms over his head and being perfectly still. And NPO, to boot. Try it some time.
On the way home, he stopped at the library – hey! a guy deserves a reward, y’know – and as he was backing out of his slot, a car pulled in and they ran into each other. Since The Squire was backing up, he was considered to be at fault. My attitude is that if you are more than halfway out, the other person ought to be able to see you in plenty of time to stop.
However.
Yesterday, The Squire went to the Y and I went to the laundromat, where I spent a half an hour trying to discourage a fellow who thought I was single; I’ve gotten too heavy to wear my wedding band, so I’m going to have to get a band of some sort to preserve my sanity – and my honour. The Squire called to ask if I wanted to meet him for lunch; I didn’t, but he’d gotten the results from his MRI, and wanted company. (There are few words in the world less reassuring than “It might be a false positive.”) As I was slowing down to make the turn, a car came up behind me, going much too fast. I heard the brakes squeal, and the fellow had to turn into the jersey wall to avoid hitting my car.
My only thought was “What was that in honor of?” and I kept going. I really should have stopped to see if he was OK, as he called the police and said I’d sideswiped his car. Since the damage was on his driver’s side, my car wasn’t damaged at all, and we were going in the same direction, it would have been difficult for me to have hit him at all, let alone on the driver’s side.
Well, he’s young, and Heaven knows what this would do to his insurance rates if he was found to be at fault, but it’s going to play hob with our insurance to have two accidents in as many days.
And then, the phone rang as I was fixing supper, and when I went to put it back, I hit my arm against the hot toaster oven, burned my arm and dropped the phone into the dishpan.
Never rains…
thisendoftheswamp 
You shouldda stood in bed.
That’s the sort of thing you find out too late! Too bad life doesn’t have a do-over button.
I love your sense of humor! Too funny! 😉